Slim Odds[Yaksha/Mirja]

And there it was, in a dazzling display of speed and efficiency; an action that left Yaksha unable to so much as keep up, or notice it. She simply appeared in the arena across from him, his hands resting by his side, hair gently swaying back and forth as if being tousled by a faint breeze. And then she began to approach, walking towards him. Through him. Past him.

Pain exploded from his body, and a beautiful display of plants and flowers, sprouting from Yaksha's own body, alongside shards of bone and grisly tufts of gore and flesh, that were even now burrowing deeper into his self. He managed to remain standing for a few moments, just long enough to drag his tail along the ground one more time, creating a faint purple-and-black garganta to fall into, being swallowed right up, to disappear to...places unknown.

"Just as I expected. Nothing to learn, nothing to be gleaned from this. Simply another example in the long long list of cases of a hollow getting what's coming to him. I swear, fights can be so tedious..."