Pyrimiddle weight fight!

Looking up at Colin, she gave him a grin, and it would be clear - depending on his perception, which was probably very good to move like he did and not get smashed into a tree - that she wasn't sweating, not even in the slightest. She was starting to flush from the intense heat on her melanin-lacking skin, but as for sweat, there was not even a drop.
"Well, gotta keep you happy some how, and I don't really see a kitchen around here. Albiet, pretty hot enough to just simply put meat on the floor and watch it cook" she quipped, shaking her head softly before watching him move from his perch.

The World ground to a halt as he moved, such that a speck of sand lazily drifted by, an act that would take mere moments stretched out to be a handful of seconds. Without an Enhanced Physical Instant, she had no chance of reacting to it in time, so it was good that it was not a malicious move, just a showy off move to make it clear that he was still the fastest thing on this continent. And it irritated Mirja enough to want to pummel him. She still needed a lot of work before she could do that though. At her current level, with estimations of the enhancements that she got from Bronze, she theorised that she would have to be at least Black Gold to keep pace with him. Such disparity drove her to improve every second, but also annoyed her because she was the fastest, and evidence to the contrary didn't sit well.

And then they were running. He let her set the pace, so just to piss him off, she kept it a cosy sub-sonic velocity, so she could chat.
"I'm guessing from your remark you like my outfit? I try to dress according to the surroundings. I got a uniform for Vastime, which I look really cute in, and a Maid's Uniform for the cafe I got there. Unless you are a feckless virgin hunter like Henrex, it is certainly something that gets the blood pumping" She told him, before keeping herself casual and chilled. Most people would have to put at least some level of focus into such a run, but she was not most people. The faster she went the more natural she felt.



By the time they had arrived, Mirja had grown from incredibly pale to a healthy pink, and would tan further into a soft gold as the hours passed. The place she had been led to was a place that appeared to be a secret training ground for Colin, his little hideaway that he now wanted to destroy. Which worked for Mirja. She wanted to see the power of her Tai Chi, which was probably going to be considerable when added to her mammoth strength. But first, she drew two runes, and swallowed one of them, before flicking the other to Colin.
"Nice Mancave" She quipped, before feeling the explosion of liquid inside her. Would keep her hydrated for a few hours. "As awesome as we are, we are still unfortunately biological. Swallow that, and it'll keep you from passing out from dehydration. This kind of sun is set to put even someone like us down for the count" she told him, before drawing Qi from her Dantian into her fists. She wanted to see how strong it was before throwing in the rest of her tricks, several of which she had not possessed last time her and Colin fought.

She gave him a few seconds to swallow the rune, and get it down, and then when she was confident it had done it's duty, she fell forward onto her face. Not quite the best opening in a fight, but there were probably worse? Especially considering when she was half an inch from a face plant she suddenly ceased the momentum of falling and launched herself forwards with it and then bunched a mighty fist to crash into his gut. With the Qi and her Falling Wolf Punch, she rocketed at Colin considerably faster than what she had shown him before, so if he was hoping he knew her limited because of the last fight, he'd be rather mistaken. The punch would be as strong as it was last time they have fought, but considering the double-edged technique she had used then that she wasn't using now, that was rather frightening.