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.
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