Hunted, and, Hunted [Funnel]

Mirja's Void Dance was different to Shinigami Reiatsu platforms, in the fact that it didn't give her a stable footing, but rather a momentary boost to keep her in the air. So when she kicked the Wolfy, she used the force generated to push herself backwards, flipping majestically before landing on the ground. It allowed her to get some distance and analyse the situation, the Wolf having proven to be quite the advesery worth focusing on, rather than just another mooky Hollow to smite. Apparently, this was not needed, however, since the wolf hit the ground hard enough to be stunned, so she moved in.

She focused on her Reiatsu flow, feeling how it moved about her body and aimed it towards the wolf, not leaving anything to chance, and preparingher Motionless Fist. However, a last, desperated attempt by the hollow caught Mirja off guard as she focused. The creature threw itself into a final lunge and Mirja was forced to throw out her arm for it to latch onto. Letting out a cry of pain as the jaw of it clamped down on her arm, breaking the skin and causing her to bleed profusely, Mirja dragged it up to reveal the creature's gut, and slammed her fist forward. At the point of impact she twisted her fist and through everything into the punch, causing the monster to feel the titanic blow everywhere at once. Such a mighty shot could not be survived, and it disapated like so many dead hollows.

Letting her arm flop to the side, she gave a gasp of exasperation. This thing was exactly what she was after. Something that proved to her she was still alive, in a manner of speaking. She had yet to become dull to the world. It was bad she needed to be the chew-toy for a monster to work that out, but she was in a transitional phase right now. Not even bothering to flash step, she turned towards civilization, and started to head that way.

A few hours into the joureny, She was suddenly assailed by some intense pain in her chest. She tried to stay on her feet, but it was no use. This was just, to much for her to bare. It felt more than a physical thing, however. It felt like something had latched on to her very soul and was almost feeding off it. Mirja's soul had, in recent times, become ladened with negitivity, hatred, and despair. Perfect breeding grounds for the virus that the Wolf had given Mirja, without her knowledge. Swiftly propogating, it permiated her mind and soul, a pain that would have driven her mad were she not already so terribly unbalanced. It was that unbalance that had caused the virus to work so fast, and hit to hard.

Letting out a scream of rage, and determination, she rose slowly, and stumbled towards....anywhere. She needed to get somewhere safe so she could begin to fight, or even understand this, gnawing at her soul.