“Hey!” Lim let out the surprised shout when he pushed her down. The crowd was still watching the debacle, whispers floating about how somebody should step in and do something, but no one did. A couple students just pulled out their phones and started recording, hoping to see some action from the two of them, violent or otherwise.<br/><br/>When he pinned her hands above her head, she just twisted her body, struggling to break free. This wasn’t like it was in Combat class. In class, they were sparring. Now? This was a clear fight, and one she did not take well to losing. “Don’t take me for a fool.” Her spoke through grit teeth as well. She might not have had fangs but she bore her canines all the same. “You claim friendship but you’ve been pervertedly leering at me since day one. Even before we were paired up you were so blatantly obvious with your stares what was going through your mind. Don’t act like you like me when you know damn well you’re only thinking with your dick. So, like I said at the river, why don’t you take a picture. Because if you leave being my sidekick, that’s the last you’ll ever see of me.”<br/><br/>By this point she stopped struggling, lying there, speaking now in a calm voice, but the stern note still prevalent in her tone. “So, you’ve got your option...be the dumb goat I keep calling you, prove me right, leave like a coward, and never amount to anything because you refuse to handle a challenge like me....OR...let go of my wrists, go to class with me, now, and for the next four years, get re-evaluated, and prove yourself to be the hero you claim to be...prove yourself right.”