Attempting to steady her vision she looked up at the man and wiped a small trickle of blood from her cheek, then gripped her blade, "NEVER!" Her sword sliced through the air as her anger filled her pushing away the physical exhaustion of being beaten down with that gravitational magic, it his it's mark upon the unarmored man's wrist causing him to scream and cry out. Friday sneered and roared out, the man's free hand balling up into a fist to strike her once more, but instead she twisted her imbedded sword within the man's wrist as a river of crimson flowed free and he cried out in greater pain.<br/><br/>It was then that she pulled it free her head woozy as in the last minute decision stepped back as the man dropped to his knees clutching his arm, herself clutching her temple and the ringing in her eyes. Green eyes searched for the male and she found him kneeling in the muck and stained ground, "Get up," it was an order, her tone serious as she stumbled over to him.