Fire In Malaysia (Or near abouts) [Jakarta]

Author's note: I considered letting this thread die because it no longer seemed applicable, but since Mirja left after this started I figured it would be unfair to just not post again. So let's continue this fun thread!






"Yeah, you're right. Since you're so feisty and dead-set on showing me your all, we can let the glory of battle do the speaking for us." Though not providing a challenge quite yet, Mirja was still entertaining the Monsuta Imperator quite a bit due to her gumption and aggressiveness. However, usually aggressive people didn't interest Stefan. What made this Vizard different was her powerful spirit and apparent love of combat itself, both of which were traits he himself possessed to a great degree. When Mirja popped her shoulder back into place by flexing, Stefan was amused by her savagery. Let's go...

When the young Vizard standing before him donned her Hollow Mask and used some sort of technique to increase her internal Reiryoku density, Stefan Soan was able to detect the increase in power despite her not having any Spiritual Pressure to speak of. This was accomplished due to his own sensing skill and vast amount of experience in battle. His ability to detect an enemy's power had become not only second nature, but to a degree that allowed him to sense internal Reiryoku as well. It was clear to him her power was spiking immensely as she prepared to once again assault Stefan. Yeah, unleash everything. Come get me.

Despite her moving even faster than she'd done so far, Stefan was still able to observe every single movement his opponent made as she bum-rushed him. Her posture indicated she was putting her all into this singular blow, so the Monsuta head commander made a split second decision about how to react: He wouldn't. To him, an attack like this no matter the outcome deserved to connect with it's target. This meant Stefan didn't even bother lifting an arm to try to block his enemy's strike and stood in place as if he were a statue, ready and willing to take her attack head on. However, his eyes squinted ever so slightly as he noticed her disappear from in front of him.

The Vizard King's combat experience kicked in, allowing his incredible perception and reflexes to take over. In what was essentially a single point of time, making it appear instantaneous, Stefan spun around in place so he was once again facing Mirja. Though she tried a sneak attack instead of directly attacking him as he hoped she would, Stefan still decided against reacting to the incoming blow. The only part of him that changed as her fist neared his chest was the corners of his mouth turning upward into a smile that hinted at his true nature as a god of battle. When Mirja's fist finally made contact with him, it was as if time had frozen for a second making both of the fighters appear inanimate. However, in reality this was just the severity of the strike creating a strange moment for both the fighters, the calm before the storm in a way.

After this the massive concussive force of the blow created a sonic wave that spread out from the combatants that cracked the walls, ceiling, and floor around the two. Immediately following this a tremendous explosion resulting from the supreme force Mirja had used in the attack blew up almost the entire entry lobby of the Central Command Building. This blast completely enveloped Stefan himself, who was definitely feeling the pain at this point. Damage had been done to his chest and pain rocketed through his torso. To Mirja it might seem as if she had finally been able to do real harm to the Monsuta's esteemed leader. This was not quite on the mark, though.

A firm grip soon encompassed the female Vizard's forearm as Stefan's left hand wrapped it's fingers around her flesh. This was possible because, despite the great force of her attack, he hadn't been pushed back even an inch. The man's piercing green gaze bore into Mirja's skull as his smile became visible once again. "Hey, that wasn't bad. My turn." As he finished saying these words, Stefan's right hand shot up and wrapped around the woman's throat, almost completely crushing her wind pipe in the process. Lifting her off the ground easily, Stefan's eyes kept contact with her's the entire time.

With a single, smooth movement Stefan Soan used the great physical power within him to throw, nay, launch Mirja parallel with the ground in the direction that would quickest take her out of the city. The sheer force with which he sent her flying would create a wind pressure so great even as she moved through the air she very likely wouldn't be able to slow down or stop herself. Her increased density and weight wouldn't help her either as even crashing through multiple rock formations wouldn't decrease the speed at which she was thrown. Stefan himself kept pace with her as she flew, and he allowed this to continue for multiple miles (though only a few seconds at most passed) until finally deciding they were now far enough away from potential crossfire casualties. At this point he grabbed her around her right ankle, spun in place, and chucked her again into a large nearby boulder potentially causing another painful crash.

Though Stefan didn't expect the girl to be dead, or likely anywhere near it, he figured with this show of force she would realize not using maximum effort against him would be useless. Standing barefoot on the hard, solid earthen ground Stefan wiped the dirt off his hands, placing his left hand on the kashira of his Zanpakutō and put his right on his hip. Speaking loudly, the Monsuta Imperator addressed his opponent again. "C'mon, show me what you're really made of. I wanna see your full power!"