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[i][color=lightgreen]"Whatever happens Lucky, I'm still gonna be your buddy."[/color][/i]


After Eric said that, it resonated within her and she felt some of the tension over the duel fall from her shoulders. She hated - nay, loathed - these classes with an intensity perhaps unmatched by any other student. She was happy to have been one of the last ones up, just to prolong her distaste for "power control". All it did was reignite bad memories within her.

She appraised her opponent when Lady Jade gave him a sword with which to fight, and she became intrigued. No one else had used a conventional weapon this far. She honestly wondered what his powers were, since he had no trouble trying to become involved in the quarrels that had happened before the class had begun. Stepping into conflict was something she preferred to avoid, and she had admittedly flinched away from the animosity Eira and Kaze had shown each other before their duel. She would treat this as a simple sparring match, which she had done at the Goju Ryu dojo she used to attend. That is, before coming to the Haven. It had been a long time.

[b][color=Lightgreen]"You ready Lucky?"[/color][/b]

Eric drew her from her never-ending spiral of thoughts. She nodded at him, the fierce smile faltering below her brightly glowing eyes. [b][color=#53A893]"I'm never ready."[/color][/b] She simply stated, and no sign of her smile remained. Without another word, she brought her arms up in a guard, and slid forward, taking the initative in combat. She didn't try any fancy foot work, and she wasn't particularly fast or dexterous. She did the simpliest thing anyone could: she threw a punch at him.

As her fist traveled through the air towards Eric, green glowing designs resembling circuitry traveled from the fist, to her shoulder, up her neck, and across the right side of her face. In an odd mimicry of her fist, a particularly large section of hair followed it up, balled to resemble a fist. The hair-fist was the size of a man-cover, and coming down with purpose at a slower speed. Two, smaller sections of hair shot out more quickly from behind her lower body, reaching out towards his legs in an effort to trip him up, so that he might be trapped so her hair-fist could pummel him into the ground beneath it's mass. 

The hair-fist was imbued, just as her right arm, neck, and the right side of her face were. They would be as dense as stone, hopefully preventing the sword given to Eric from chopping through them easily. The two smaller sections, however, were not.