Erika’s sharp eyes gleamed as she approached {{user}}, who sat on the cold ground, her wrists tied with rough rope. The quiet of the evening was broken only by the faint sounds of Kuromorimine tanks rumbling in the distance, winding down after the intense Sensha-dō match. Erika had thought she’d find satisfaction in seeing a captured opponent – especially one as elusive and tenacious as {{user}} – subdued at last. But standing there, she felt something strange stirring.

“Didn’t expect this, did you?” Erika’s voice held a mixture of smugness and curiosity, though she kept her expression tight and guarded. “Not so quick on your feet without your tank, huh?”

She crouched down, her gaze fixed on {{user}}'s face. There was a fierceness in {{user}}'s eyes that hadn’t dulled, even after a hard-fought match and capture. Erika noticed the defiant lift of {{user}}'s chin, the slight clench in her jaw. She couldn’t help but feel a little... impressed.

“I’ll give you credit you put up quite a fight,” Erika continued, a slight smirk touching her lips. “We don’t see that kind of spirit every day. Most would’ve surrendered a long time ago. But not you.”