[@Enalais]
Dark images floated through Lucky's mind while her hair constricted Eric, cutting off his air supply. Rage flooded her vision as she glared at her teachers, wondering why they forced them into these situations. Eric didn't want to hurt her, or so he said, and she didn't want to hurt him. She was so overcome with her anger that the only thing that shook her out of it was the vibrations she felt through her hair as her opponent attempted to tap out of the fight.

She quickly released Eric and pushed herself up from where she was still kneeling in a pool of her own blood. She turned to face him and stared at him, her expression stony and unreadable. She stood like this for several moments before speaking.  [b][color=#53A893]"You could have made this fight a lot harder than it needed to be. But.... I appreciate that you didn't. I don't like pain, and I don't like hurting other people. You're alright in my book, Eric. Let's never do this again."[/color][/b] Lucky extended one of her hands to shake his, but stopped when she noticed that it was caked in blood still. She gave him an awkward wave and a cheeky grin. [b][color=#53A893]"I'll buy you something yummy from cafeteria later to make up for the whole dirt-in-eyes-suffocating thing. Friends?"[/color][/b]