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Mirja looked around the Unabara estate as she arrived for the fight that was meant to be held with Ghislain. This place always interested her, especially since she was getting more affiliated with the surviving members of the family. Still, there wasn't much time to spend looking around, she needed to focus on her target right in front of her and do him in hardcore style. The new tricks she had picked up since they last fought would probably catch him off guard for a moment, but his strength and defensive capabilities where not something that she could really break through in a handful of moves. While she herself had gained a considerable degree of physical might when compared to their last encounter, he was still a formidable adversary. Fortunately, she had fodder.
Henrex was not exactly a front-lines character, he tended to go snap in all many different and brilliant ways. Which meant he would stay back and shoot stuff at Ghislain and generally be a vague annoyance so Mirja could get a shot off. Mirja's confidence in Henrex's ability to fight was pretty lacking, outside of him getting pissed off and doing that cool Demon Transform thing that he tended to do.
Finally, her eyes locked onto Ghislain, and she smiled, something finally clicking in her mind. "You know, fighting a Quincy in the Soul Society is kind of cheating because you've got an infinite source of Reishi to use. Wouldn't it be much more fair to fight somewhere like Earth? Or do we inspire such dread you believe you need such an advantage so you can retain your basic shape when we have finished with you?" Mirja grinned, her body posture and tone made it clear that the taunt was just for fun and she didn't actually mean it, but the overarching question was still present.
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Ghislain Eberhart Vs Mirja Eeola and Henrex Astillon Sun Feb 05, 2017 4:08 pm
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Well, now wasn't this interesting? A spar with a Quincy. This was definitely a first with Henrex. He had never truly fought against a Quincy, especially not one like Ghislain Eberhart. As far as a name, that's where the held information stopped. All he knew was the name. It seemed that if he wanted to know more, that he would have to show up for this match, and study. Now, it was something that he knew was worth noting that this battle would be taking place in the Seireitei. While this meant that both him and Mirja had the home field advantage, he knew that Quincy used Reishi to construct their weapon and fight.
With them in a dimension where Reishi was literally everywhere, the Quincy did have the advantage of resources over them. But, Henrex was also a person who specialized in energy usage. So, perhaps he could match Ghislain in those terms. And so, with that, Henrex set off to the section of the Soul Society that had been long since abandoned. The Home of the Unabara. He had never really taken interest in visiting such a place, since it was usually something for the family that supposedly previously occupied it.
But, either way, this battle was a bit more of an analytical one for Henrex. After all, he wanted to make sure that he studied the Quincy's abilities at both their full potential, as well as studying them so that he could perhaps replicate something that they did. So, as he stepped foot into the Home, Henrex found his hand drifting towards his weapon, even before the fight were to begin. His mismatched eyes gazed at what lay in front of him. Mirja was already here, and so was Ghislain. Was he late? Hopefully not. If so, he needed to work on that.
"Well, I'm here now. I do hope that you don't disappoint, Ghislain. I've never fought a Quincy before. Please don't disappoint. If you do -- well, let's just say it may change my perception of your race."
As the boy spoke, his pale fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of his Zanpakuto, before drawing the weapon slowly, the gentle sound of wood against steel echoing off the walls of the seemingly abandoned Home of the Unabara. A small smile came onto his face as he quickly turned the blade upon himself, slicing the upper portion of his shihakusho off, and the seal that resided among the thousands of scars and burns on his body would glow with a radiant light, before cracking and eventually shattering. The two wings on his back spread wide, with one of them reaching as far as being behind Mirja's head. She wouldn't feel any kind of tap from them or anything of the such.
"Now then. Shall we begin?"
With his sword drawn, and his body ready to fly, all he needed was the signal to start.
Mirja smiled at Henrex as he arrived and sprouted something about not wanting to be disappointed by Ghislain. Having played around with him before now, disappointment wasn't high on her list of worries when it came to Ghislain. "Henrex, having danced a little with him, I am not worried about him disappointing" She told him, donning her pitch black Vizard Mask and activating her Super-Technique, Tundra Scream. Had she been able to extrude any Reiatsu, then the increase in density and weight that that technique gave would probably have Henrex half way to the ground. So it was fortunate that she didn't. "More worried about if you and I are going to be able to crawl away when this fight is done" Her eldritch hollow voice finished, before looking to Ghislain.
The power that she had with Tundra Scream gave her some feelings of invincibility, since it increased her density and defensive capabilities so much she wasn't sure she could comprehend anything that would be able to hurt her through it. But then Mirja was never a girl to comprehend things well, she just punched and hoped for the best. Ghislain, however, was an opponent that needed the utmost respect given to him, and with that in mind, she would not take shots to the face simply because she could.
The first move came from Ghislain, a ball of ouchy energy for the both of them, how generous. She could run interference for Henrex while he did energy stuff in return, but right now the Raven was on his own, and if he couldn't dodge this then he would be a drag the entire fight, which would not last long for him. The balls were coming incredibly fast, but Mirja was hardly a slouch when it came to ocular or physical speed. She threw herself up in the air, body going flat as a board for the ball to sail under her and not catch her feet. What she wasn't expecting, however, was some sort of gravitational effect surrounding the ball. Her momentum had thrown her up hard enough to not be dragged towards it as it passed, but at the same time, it leeched her upwards velocity and replaced it with downwards velocity, making her fall without enough time or space to right herself.
So she landed on hands and feet, and looked to Ghislain. This was definitely going to be a fight of magnificence, enhanced all the more by the spar slash exchange of techniques the had had earlier. In close quarters, Ghislain would have to be constantly looking out for Mirja's Ultimate Feint, Molting Cicadia Fist, while she would have to be permanently on guard against his Heart-Stopping Fingers. "I honestly think that Hound sounds better than Beast" She exclaimed in response, taking off towards him and surprisingly not damaging the ground as she did. Her Slip-Stream was showing some signs of evolution since it's inception with Jaeden, but it still needed work.
She could feel her blood boiling at the prospect of this fight, her sulphur-yellow eyes burning with passion as she made her hypersonic way towards Ghislain. It was probably not the best mindset to be in, she had a tendency to focus exclusively on her target, bore them into the ground with her unbridled attention and not be so observant about her surroundings. Those who were sensitive to non-spiritual auras would defintely know Mirja was fired up. But even as she rushed him she knew it wasn't enough. She needed to be faster!