Home again, Home again, jiggity jig.

Ahh, the great Seireitei. Home of the Shinigami, protectors of the earth and eaters of her food. There was also Ibiki, who was not so much a Shinigami as Pure Awesome wrapped in a fleshy coating. Mirja really liked her, and for that reason had never personally met her. She was intimidating. Mirja did not like being intimidated. So instead she was here, soaking up the atmosphere, and planning a new technique. Much like the Wolf God Fist and the Motionless Fist, it was designed around her internal Reiatsu, but this was going to be an altogether different technique.

It was a thought that blossomed a few days ago. What if she needed to be stronger than she was currently, but at the same time the situation didn't warrant her Zanpaktou, or she wanted to hide that from view for the time being. Or it was one of them situations were she was separated from her Zanpaktou. So she came home for some inspiration, and saw two Shinigami squaring off in the arena, both flaring off not inconsiderable Reiatsu to try and push the other one down, before actually starting with the scrap. It was mildly interesting, neither had a form like what Mirja was used too, they were both sloppy by her comparison, but it did give her an idea.

She couldn't flare her energy outwards, the vents were denser than her maximum output. But, she could try and do the same inside, agitate her internal Reiatsu to a point where it became faster, harder, stronger. It would feed her body and strengthened her natural physique in relation to the degree of Reiatsu she had. And right now she could feel it was quite considerable, near Captain level, even. It was a sad day she couldn't show that off though, some people here would appreciate that.

It would take some focus to get around to doing that, but she was confident she could pull it off. She started to think about how she could go about it, and then the fight ended. It had been a long one, by her perception, but short chronologically. The winner looked up to see Mirja casually gazing at him, so walked over and gave her a grin that made it so very clear he was a brainless brute. Her squad, then. The place was overrun with them these days.

"So, you are looking a bit lonely there, darling. Thought I'd come over and keep you company" His words were not the problem, it was his tone. She knew exactly what he was going for. Mirja looked up for a second, before realizing that her appearance had changed dramatically, so nobody would know her as 'Princess Punch' like they used to, and her lack of Reiatsu would make it seem like she was a young unseated Shinigami, fresh out of the Academy. So he was here to flaunt his power, it seemed. Well, flaunt away little child, she was busy.

"Maybe you can come to my house and we can do some training. I have intense stamina" He continued. It was a good job Iko was being a good girl these days, or the guy's guts would be splayed across the floor. As it happened, she merely had to exert self control to avoid spilling his guts on the ground.
"You aren't my type" she muttered, turning to get up before she was stopped in her tracks, clearly having irritated him a lot.
"Look, girlie. I don't have to be so polite about this if you don't play ball, you understand?" He threatened. Mirja's temper rose to be akin to the tundras of her homeland, icy and lethal to the unprepared.

"Fine. Let's fight for it. You win, and I'll do whatever you say, regardless of what it is. I win, and you wear a pink uniform for a month, ok?" She offered. As thuggish and arrogance and potentially rapey as he was, he couldn't just back down from a challenge with his pride intact. Mirja pulled off the hairband from around her wrist - she wore it here to avoid property damage, but without her hair, it had to be around her wrist these days - and stepped into the arena. If he died it was his fault for being such a bloody idiot.

The man stepped into the arena opposite Mirja, and flared off his power, hoping to intimidate her into surrender. Seeing it up close and directed at her, was interesting. Sure she'd seen it before, but she'd not really been paying attention. Now, she was focused on it and with that focus came insight. She could copy his motions, she knew she could. It would probably be harder for her than for him, but she was good at pushing forward despite difficulty.

She closed her eyes for a second, relying on her ears to provide feedback, and focused intently. She could feel the flow in these moments of focus, and made sure that there was nothing around that would be too expensive to fix. She learned her lesson from Vastime, and Ibiki was much scarier than Hayden to explain why her barracks had collapsed in on itself. She took the flow by a spiritual hand, and punched it in the face, forcing it to run away. Her visualization was unorthodox, but it certainly worked, as she felt the Reiatsu suddenly pick up the pace a considerable degree. Her body...it was saturated with power. A girl could get hooked on this, she thought to herself, before her ears reported movement. He must have been put off by the lack of movement or reaction from Mirja, but was now taking the fight to her.

It was over in a heartbeat. He rushed her, and Mirja utilized a new but effective technique to slip through his guard and appear behind him in the blink of an eye, and then drive a fist into his back before he realized. The feel of spine snapping, discs being forced out of place, and the very bone splintering and cracking was lovely. He was launched into the nearby wall, and smashed through it. Everyone went silent and looked at Mirja, who turned from the arena and walked out.
"Someone take him to the medics. If he wakes up, I'll be along with his uniform" She said. The stories of the Oneshot Wolf would quickly spread now she had done this, and that was good. She dropped the technique and let it flow normally, feeling the drain it had caused. Nothing incredible, but then it wasn't on for a long time. It was a short burst thing, she thought. Too long and it'd be counter productive....