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Mirja wandered around Vastime a bit, sniffing a sniff that had once been sniffed in the Kung-Pow Power Clash of King Zap and Quincy Guy. Mirja was great at naming things, create and giving things magnificent names for purposes of randomness. But that did not stop the smell from being sniffled down, and brought relatively close to said Quincy Guy. It was cool that she had a chance to actually meet him in the flesh, and a chance to get some training down with him. He was big and hard, she was eager to learn and had a cool Tulpa. What a meeting, huh?
In a flash, she would disturb his peaceful energy sensing with the erratic and somewhat immense energy that Mirja put out due to her intense Plus Ultra training. There was no Reiatsu output however, and her footsteps were quite because she wished them to be. The disparity between no Reiatsu but momentous energy might making the man a bit confused, but Mirja wasn't one to think like that, and so reached out to try give him a thump on the head. It was a playful thump, but didn't have much in the way of restraint because she had seen how he handled himself against King Zap. So while there was no malicious intent behind that thump, it was not weak by any means.
A thump on the head was a universal greeting for 'hello, I found you in this place and now I wish to squargle blarh bleep bleep'. Universal languages tended to get messy when they were translated into native. Still, the intent for Mirja to have a friendly clash of wills and skills would probably be evident to someone of Quincy Guy's prowess. You didn't get to be Quincy Guy by being oblivious, after all.
He caught it!~ A good show to prove that he would be a guy to really spar with Mirja. Someone she didn't have to worry about hurting, someone she could fight and sharpen her technique with and not have trouble with the whole 'oops I ruptured your kidney you are about to bleed to death' kind of thing. He caught it and didn't have to waste time asking what she was doing or what she wanted or anything. Just went straight into the stance and even remembered her name. Mirja didn't remember his name because she'd never heard it, but it was here now.
"Ghislain Eberhart, of the Boros Guard. You must be really awkward to be mad at. Because shouting that name at the top of your lungs is liable to make you run out of breath before you have finished it. I am Mirja, and I am here to see you go kung pow. However, I have to say something before kung-powing. See, fights are not always to see who wins. Sometimes a fight is more to hear a person's heart, or even to sharpen yourself on the whetstone of another. Dummies are fine but never really work like a person.
"But. These kind of fights are easy to misunderstand. Because a lot of people don't like having their pride urinated on, so they do things that don't help anyone progress. They strike hard and fast and blast shit out of their eyeballs in an attempt to be the victor of a match that should not have a victor. And there in lies the confusion. The question to you, Ghislain Eberhart, of the Boros Guard, is if you can do it. If you can see a fight as a conversation with fists. You do not try to beat a person in a conversation, you do not speak over them or shout them down unless you are a slem fyr. So, can you be a stone, or are you a rock?"
Mirja was glad that the man accepted where she was coming from, and wanted her to shed some light on something he was trying. He took his stance, and Mirja's eyes flickered from the eccentric look of not quite seeing anything to a look of sharp intensity. It was clear that she wasn't just skilled with her fists, but with every part of her body. The stance he had taken looked to be one favoring a defensive form, but not Iron Turtle style. More, Spiked Bulwak, so he would throw attacks off the back of Mirja's own. Although, it was not unheard of that the form he had taken meant nothing and he would snap into something else at the last moment. Seeing that would be interesting.
When she was given the first move, she walked forward to get into range, while pondering what exactly she was going to do. Wolf-Fu would seem too disreputable for a fight like this, And Bājíquán was not a style for a spar, regardless of how well he held his own in the fight against Hayden. That left Kempo, which would be entirely unsuited for a spar when he had taken his own counter style, Muay Thai wasn't something to do at the start of a spar, maybe after they warmed up a bit. So, she decided to just go for her Boxing. Simple and easy. If it wasn't Mirja doing it.
She arrived within range, and raising her fist, before throwing a jab at him. It wasn't anything flash, it didn't do her signature Crack as it broke the sound barrier, nor would it be a strain for even Ghislain to deflect. It was a test punch. That wasn't to say it was weak, it was a serious punch, just a serious punch, restrained.
The first part of the test was successful, he managed avoid the incoming fist, specifically designed to grate on the nerves of any fighter by implying that Mirja thought less of them. It was all well and good saying words, but the heart was the true speaker, and she could tell how a person felt because of the way they fought, without them saying a single word. And this was were it sort of fell down. The man may have claimed he was capable of fighting how Mirja desired, but his fists could not do that, could not match the pace of the fight. Maybe it was because it was too much restraint, maybe he got pissed and wanted to do the tempo of the fight on his terms. But whatever it was, she knew this was going to go a bit down hill unless she caught it. He was being a rock, rather than a stone right now, and that was bad.
The blow to her ribs was taken hard, Mirja caught flat-footed and so even though she could see it coming, she hadn't the time to react without something like Physical Instant, which she distinctly refused to use. So she was left with a sore pair of ribs. Ghaslain would probably notice however, that Mirja's body was distinctly unique. Durable and sturdy, like most of the high class spiritual beings, but flesh was generally still flesh, regardless of how strong the person it covered was. But for Mirja, it would not feel that way, it would feel more like tightly packed rock, more akin to punching the ground than punching a person. This strange density could probably be the source of why she was without any Reiatsu, but also the source of her strength, because if her muscles were as dense as her skin, then they would pack something incredible inside them.
"If you want a different pace to this, then you could ask. I thought to warm up and build the pace gradually as the fight got underway. But you seem impatient" She muttered, stretching her side to work the pain out.
Mirja nursed her ribs for a few moments, and then grinned at the man. He wanted a feint, huh? Then she would give him a feint. She would give him the best dam feint he had ever seen! Reclaiming her own stance, the arms were higher and the front foot was up on it's tip-toes, A classic Muay Thai stance, and that stance was one of much greater offensive capacity than the regular boxing stance. It was a style well known for it's powerful blows and it's use of every part of the body to deliver a blow.
Giving him a few seconds to adjust, Mirja stepped in and delivered a low hook to the kidney with enough muscle to make him realize that she wasn't just a girl with freakish supernatural strength, she was a girl who knew exactly how to use it to it's utmost. However, the beauty would be in the actual punch itself, rather than how it was thrown. If Ghislain decided to take the shot then he would certainly take the hellish blow to the kidney, but if he tried to block it or engage a grapple around it, the fist would vaporize as if it was never there to begin with, and a front-fisted uppercut would be delivered in it's wake, directed straight for the Quincy's chin. It was Mirja's own unique creation, born from the third Shinigami Shihō, Utsusemi and powered by her incredible combat instincts and prowess in the hand-to-hand field. It didn't have a flashy name yet, but it's effects were undeniable. Regardless of wither he managed to catch the second punch or not, the technique would certainly put the Quincy on his toes around the Wolf-Girl.
The only real flaw around the punch was that it worked once in general situations, and then required special circumstances to pull off again. With the first use the target would be on guard for the second shot, and only in a moment of distraction would a second be able to connect.