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Mirja was amazed at his reactionary speed. He deflected her first shot, which was to be expected, the shot was there to be deflected, to be focused on, and to be the distraction. But when the punch vanished she could see comprehension flicker in his eyes instantly. Not a second was lost to surprise as he moved to grab the real blow and catch it by the wrist. Mirja's fist still connected with his chin, but it wasn't all it could be and only jarred him to take the blow. The punch hit chin that was harder than chin, however, and that made her think he was cheating.
Thrown a bit by the punch, mentally if not physically, he backed off a bit and even reminisced about how his master's punch was similar. "It's a special technique I designed based off one of the Shinigami techniques. But~ I don't remember Quincies being that durable just on their own. Is somebody breaking the no spirit powers rule to avoid having teeth scattered across this rather nice floor?" She teased him, grinning broadly in a manner to clearly emphasize that that shot had been her physical attributes alone. What she could have pulled off with the aid of her spiritual powers...well, even an Emperor could shudder.
From her stance - or lack thereof, since she had fallen back on Wolf-Fu - her grin, and her general persona, it was clear she believed the fight was on hold while they sorted out the whole spiritual powers thing. If Ghislain wanted to go full tilt that was fine, but she was fighting under the idea that they were not, and it was a little unfair to break the rules like that and still expect the other fighter to play nicely.
Well, ok. Mirja thought. If he couldn't turn it off then it would sort of be fine in this fight of no spiritual stuff. Her strength was spiritual stuff. Way more potent than anyone of or around the same level, but she couldn't turn that off because it was part of her body, it was her ability to use Kido and make Reiatsu platforms, turned inwards and making every part of her biology increasingly more dense, and thus more powerful as the muscles got stronger and stronger. Abnormally strong, even. No Strength training on earth would be able to help her, with the constant growth of her body.
He broke into a small lesson about what it was he was actually doing, and then offered to show her a technique of his, since she showed him one of hers. It was kind of unfair, since it was a technique that he wouldn't be able to learn anything from, the very concept of it's origins something that he would not be able to utilize. Still, he came anyway, and he was a little scary as he was saying it, so she hedged her bets with Silent Scream to make sure nothing got broken. And then he came fast. Her eyes could track him but that was all, her body couldn't do anything but wait for the impact. Everyone was so fast these days, it was like the universe was taunting her with people that were so much faster than she was. She needed to get better, these fights were bringing her the drive to do it, the desire to improve. And she would force herself to get better until she did it, or got crippled and could barely crawl. Almost was never good enough for Mirja.
As for the technique itself, it was quite the impressive one, and in a moment of painful-heart-palpitation-induced clarity, she was inspired to see how well she could recreate it. It was designed for people without Mirja's special physiology, and her Silent Scream took the edge off it to boot, but she still took quite the blow to her heart, and it thumped erratically, painfully for a few seconds, jarred by the impact. Mirja took a few seconds to recover, and then gasped clutching her chest as the pain seared.
"Painfully impressive" She muttered, as the pain slowly faded and allowed her to stand up right. She could only imagine what kind of hell that could do to a person with the regular biology. And that, was something she was pretty eager to find out. "As for what you are doing, you are holding onto pieces of your past. To ignore the past simply because it is dark is folly of the highest order"
Mirja's heart was still giving a minorly irregular beat, but it was more of a discomfort than actual pain anymore, so she focused on what he was saying, the fight seemingly turning into a lesson now. He did a cool Reishi thing were he produced some really sharp energy at the tip of his finger, and then she could guess where that went. Stabby stabby in the heart-heart. And that would be game over unless they had some super regeneration or something. It occurred to Mirja that it was like some sort of finger-based Wolf-God Fist. Focus the energy of her entire arm into the points of her fingers and then release it. Wouldn't be as destructive as her Wolf-God Fist, but would be quicker and more precise. Also, less destructive was good, with the way that dam technique tore things to shit.
"I've got quite a few of both of them, actually. Some precise energy control techniques, and some Chinese Martial Arts. Kempo and Bājíquán specifically. But, you have some really good energy control. Like, I've only ever seen Nilfhiem do control like this, so you must be a super-Quincy or something" She pondered for a moment, and then grinned. Plus Ultra wasn't something she threw around carelessly, but this guy would at very least benefit from learning the full-body in one point theory behind Chai Kick. She just had to show him first hand. "I actually used one of my energy techniques, hedging bets you know. Should never just take a shot on the bonce with naught but your skin and pride. And to be honest I am sincerely glad I didn't take that without my technique" she told him, before giving an evil grin. "So, how confident are you in the durability of your Blut?"
Mirja heard he was the Emperor of the Quincy, and then Nilf needed to learn of the old ways. Which was probably helpful. Nilf really looked like a girl that would accept any help when Mirja had gone to see her last. But that was for later, he was layering defenses so he didn't die from her Chai Kick, which was good. He was taking precautions. Not just thinking 'ohh, I'm an Emperor, balls and sass will protect me from getting my chest caved in by this kick'. Mirja liked people that knew that kind of thing. And so she gave him a moment before preparing.
Dropping Silent Scream so the hit was as light as possible - it would still be astronomical, but it wouldn't be quite as hard without that technique - she turned on her side and raised her leg. There wasn't the slightest bit of wobble about her, clearly being a girl that could hold the same pose if her footing consisted of a wet rock bumping down rapidly moving water. If he was still doing his energy sensing, he would notice that Mirja's incredible energy readings would take a considerable dip, which would prepare him for the kick that came to his chest several seconds later.
It would be a very strange kick. A distinctly unique feeling as the blow was fed by every muscle in Mirja's body, each one feeding force instantly to the point of impact and blasting out into his chest. Mirja had chosen the chest because it was the largest point, the most durable of anyone and sufficiently aimed, it didn't have anything that vital to boot. Hitting his leg would prevent vital shots, but the chest was a lot stronger than the leg, so the chance of breaking anything was reduced.
Mirja's foot connected, and the area behind him got obliterated with the kinetic energy that traveled through him, and out the other side. There was nothing that could stop that, it was simply too vast to be stopped, even if the person managed to prevent the kick itself from doing any damage to them. Which was her first thought as she put her foot down and looked at him. He seemed not dead, which was always a plus. He was the right side of dead, he was undead. But then she paused. If he was undead then he would have to have died first, and a look of panic crossed her face.
He didn't seem dead, he was doing energy stuff which was pretty big and a little crazy right now and Mirja decided to just go stand over here and watch instead of interrupting him and possibly getting her face blown off. He was certainly proactive, what with his attempts to replicate it the moment he got hit by it. Even Mirja would take a couple of minutes to focus on the aspect of a style before starting the replication process and trying to make her own. Still, the idea of making her own did spark something in her mind. So while he was doing his thing, she did hers.
It would be similar to her Wolf-God Fist, but instead of the entire body's energy in one point, she would focus her entire arm's energy into two fingers, giving a wide enough area to blast off while also keeping it slim and precise. If she could pull it of right then it would play havoc on the joints if she hit, such a powerful blow over such a small area, that would certainly be painful. She looked up on occasion to make sure he was still in one piece - undead people had a habit of falling apart - and at one point saw him looking at her, so she grinned and spoke, seemingly done with his bit for the moment.
"So, it's a cool kick. It's from a style called Plus Ultra. You need to do a special training regimen over about a month, and there is a diet as well, and when you are done you have three blocks of energy that you can burn to use different techniques. That one, Chai Kick, focuses the entire muscular structure of the body into a singular point. Having seen it, I am sure you can work on replication via Reishi. You seem a very smart Quincy"