Ussually about the time we pass on the first merge I can tell, ohoh, this is no easy fight. You're playing with a killer here. Heart skips a beat, throat gets kinda dry.
Then for the next 18 hours compressed into 2.3 minutes its all about flying. OMG your shooting that green crap at ME! The heck you say!
The fight is the important thing, Everything else takes back seat to that. Your sitting there, trying to get around on him, racking your brain for ideas. Gasping for air, afterimages racing though your brain. Yeah sweaty palms, hearts raceing, out of breath, feel like I just ran a marathon & aged 10 years all at the same time.
Its the best feeling in the world at times.
You are as ALIVE as your going to get.
Fear is courseing through your veins, immersion is complete, he is going to KILL YOU, if you don't kill him first.
Afterwords when its over, your still alive,
(plane may be dead) that feeling is sweet also. Shaky, sweaty, and trembling, you know you have measured yourself against the best. Win or lose
there is respect there on both sides.
Because it could have so easily gone either way. You have been to the top of the mountain and returned to tell the tale, life is sweet.