[center][b]Loreal[/b][/center]
“Bye, Jeremy! Bye, Cat!” Loreal teased, waving as they disappeared into the elevator. She spent the next few minutes bringing her bags into a room of her choice: a comfortable one with a view. She sighed once she was settled and looked around the room, hands on her hips. She knew she wouldn’t be in the room for very long with partner assignment a thing, but she unpacked her basics: plants, clothes, and hygiene materials. 
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[b]Dagny[/b][/center]
Dagny watched him, struggling not to blast fire at his face. Then, he did something that genuinely surprised her: he [i]ran[/i] at her. This gunslinger fucking charged at the dragon, fist and voiced raised. Then, Joseph-no-balls slammed his hand into her face. It was impressive that she didn’t hear the break of bones, she had to admit to herself, but she stood there unmoved, her grin growing in amusement. 

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, [i]mate[/i],” she mocked as he yelled at her to return the punch. She was tempted to repeat the “battle” last year, where she knocked out her opponent with a swift kick to the balls. Though that would probably be expected at this point. 

Her hand balled up into a fist and she swung it at the other student, slamming it into his upper gut. She was going for the diaphragm, aiming to put a quick and embarrassing end to the fight. However, her speed lacked compared to a lot of other students here and taking a hit was easier for her than landing one.