Invasion by a Friend

Lady Caliburn hit hard, but that was not the goal, the goal was to make him feel the hit, and in that Mirja would not celebrate until she knew that it had worked. And then, in an instant, she knew that it had not. She had run afoul of a technique that she enjoyed the use of, but even her eyes couldn't track the insane speeds of Utsusemi. She could burn a Physical Instant, but without knowing where he was, it would be a waste, like throwing rocks into a lake and hoping to hit a specific fish with them.

It turned out, however, that she was the fish that got hit, as the very next moment after she realized he had dodged the blow, she got smashed across the head hard enough for even her to go stumbling. There was a lot more girl to Mirja that most people saw, so trying to move her was something the effort of amused Mirja. And anyone who managed impressed her. She could feel the sadness of Lady Caliburn as the Tulpa failed to protect her, but against this, there wasn't anyone would could do much, he was faster than her by a major margin.

Fortunately, she remained on her feet. Perfect balance was not something that she had to work for, nor would it be disturbed by something as simple as the world seeming to spin and shake violently in the aftermath of the blow. While her mind thought they should be decking it, her body had other plans, and knew exactly were it belonged, which was upright and on it's feet. The man was incredible, and while Mirja was very hard to dissuade once she had got going, total impossibility was something that put her off her attempts unless it really sparked something inside her. She stumbled several feet, and then turned to him, dissolving Lady Caliburn and focusing on him. They were far enough apart that he could feel confident she'd need to move to throw a punch, and hopefully that would catch him off balance.

"Fighting for fun does not light my blood on fire" She then looked to her bleeding hand and shrugged. "Not literally, obviously, but you are certainly an opponent I can be enthusiastic about, and not have to worry about scrapping what is left of you off the floor when we are done. It's a rare situation for me, and so I will indulge to the fullest extent" she explained, telling him exactly why she was so driven. Because with her titanic strength, she could so rarely fight with everything she had and not worry about what damage she was going to cause. She straightened up, and then smiled, not that he could see such through the pitch black hollow mask, but it was a smile none the less. A sudden black fist spawned from her chest, identical to the ones earlier, but intensely faster. The sound barrier cracked as the fist shot out, reached it's maximum range - which was still way short of Damien - and then suddenly extended further, rushing to close the short distance and catch him in his face. Mirja then rushed in quickly, enhancing her speed to an impressive degree with Physical Instant, under the shadow of the extending fist to deliver a punch to his sternum with all the muscle she had at her disposal behind it.

This second blow, however, was a beauty, and a callback to the technique he has just used. Taking the same principles, it would abruptly vanish on physical contact, and would hopefully take the attention off the low Chai Kick to the knee that Mirja was throwing out. She hoped the flurry of sudden surprises and the titanic power behind Chai Kick would do something to him, as she was distinctly left with only one of her many tricks at this point. If her Chai Kick hit, then the limits of his armouring would be truly tested, as her entirely body was thrown behind that one blow, and she really hoped it would do something. Something was the goal of all of this, after all.