Calling the TL, I really hate to do this, and would've loved to continue this because it was getting fun, but you're slightly inactive love. Perhaps we can have another go at this in the future.
As Alisha watched the boy soar forward, crashing hard onto his back from the unorthodox grappling match, she'd continued her pursue, he'd awakened her bloodlust, her adrenaline had peaked and she could feel nothing, and yet everything. It was as if her senses had become heightened, more aware, as her negative emotions overtook the positives, leaving only the urge to maim, and kill anyone who'd caused her harm.
Her eyes fixated on the still boy, his body in jittery, and discombobulated from the hard impact he'd forcefully succumbed to. Alisha swiftly retrieved her chakra sabres, leaving the boy's formerly pinned sword by its lonesome as she dashed forward with bestial-like speed. Appearing behind the disoriented, and exhausted kid, she'd sheathed her left dagger, allowing her delicate hands to sift through his exotic hairstyle, grabbing onto the mess of curls as she'd done before in the midst of their scuffle.
She yanked his head up towards her. She wanted to look into his eyes, so that he could look into her own cold, dark, onyx eyes, and witness the reflection of his very own death through them. Though, words of praise were to be had, the boy had fought gallantly, and with annoying amounts of vigor. Perhaps he'd have bested her if it'd came to a test of outlasting the other, as his stamina had been much better than her own. He'd had the clear talent, intelligence, bravado... The kid had obvious potential, potential that would end here, at the face of her dagger.
Maybe you won't be this reckless in the next life, kid. If such a thing even exists...
Brandishing her sole dagger within her right hand, Alisha pressed it hard against the boy's caramel-skin, a trickle of blood presenting itself. Without another moments pass, Alisha arced a smooth gash across his jugular, crimson sprayed forward, painting her hands, and the ground red. Pushing the now limp, and lifeless body forward into the puddle of his blood, Alisha sheathed her second dagger, removing herself from the unfortunate turn-of-events, as her bloodlust soon-after settled. Another murder coaxed by her insatiable bloodlust... Another murder to lock away forever, in her void-like mind, to never be brought up again.