Isana's eyebrows nearly merged as she frowned deeply. "Get your hands off me," she snapped, pulling away from him, setting a mental note to stay out of arms reach from the fool just in case he tries something like this again. She drove the heel of her foot down onto his leg for good measure before skipping off some distance away from both of them. "I don't date anyone. Especially so if they act like you! If you think, for one moment, you can treat me like an object, then you're oh so wrong." She folded her arms over her chest, "It is said that if you come out from a conflict with a level five and come out any more than a pile of ashes, she was holding her punches."<br/><br/>She scowled more as Akira ignored her and went to get himself pummeled. Not to mention, his attacker was from Zassou, judging by the strict black uniform. As much as she would not like her school to be humiliated by its rivals, she would admit that she took her time to perform the appropriate course of action. She tucked her fringe behind her ear and checked her watch before stepping forward, blueish coils of nitrogen forming as she assumed control of the molecules. With a casual flick of her hand, she had them grab Akira's assailant's collar and lifted him up, such that he would have to stand on tiptoes.<br/><br/>She stood over Akira, her hands on her hips and casting her shadow over him. Was it amusement? Was it satisfaction? She did not know, "Looks like you are lacking in the physical apartment." She shook her head, a slight smile forming on her face as she offered a hand to pull him up. To him and his assailant, she said, "Brawling is absolutely prohibited non-designated areas by both law and school rules."