Pyrimiddle weight fight!

Each blow from Mirja, enough to shake the ground for miles around and send people scurrying for doorways as they thought an earthquake was coming, did a lot more than she expected it too. Maybe Colin wasn't as durable as she made him out to be, nor as perfect to be able to avoid everything she threw at him. With her Tulpa arm, she had shook his brain, and then with her Flash Point she had driven him to the ground. She heard the noise of fracturing bones and mentally sighed. He was trying to match her in strength, and paying the price for that.

Seeing the damage she had caused, Mirja dropped Ruin, and her arms faded back into normality. Also being naked she brought up the Bodysuit from her subdermals to fit over her, snug and comfortable. Probably just as distracting, however, as the latex covered each of her curves perfectly, and her breasts were accented beautifully. She was glad this was a unique suit that was porous and generally insulated against extreme temperatures. Wearing latex in the desert was never a good idea otherwise.
"You are saying I needed to break you bloody before you could feel a simple spar? I didn't want to hurt you, which was why I kept it simple. Practice ends when your partner is a bag of splintered bones" she replied, turning to him and waiting for him to come. He was certainly flaring off enough that she knew he was.

"Broken bones aren't the end of it. Bone fragments can dislodge from the point of fracture with vigorous activity after the breakage, and puncture internal organs, or lacerate arteries. Incapacitation and then death can follow. We are still biological beings, and so I have to be aware of what can happen to a person if I really hit them" She told him, taking a deep breath and turning inward for a second. Somewhere in the fire and fury, she had broken through to the next level of cultivation. And this kind of fight had rocketed her half way through to the third. Bronze was still ground level after all, so a Petal-to-floor fight like this was going to grant some explosive results.

But, he seemed uncaring of his current well-being, and came at he regardless. Ten of him, which would have been interesting to fight. So she spawned her Six Guns of Black Heaven, six thick, heavy arms jutting from her body as she took a Seikuken stance. Old martial arts, and a stance that required peace of mind and body. But it did grant unparalleled defensive abilities. It was the Stance of the Unmoving Rock, as she thought of it. You wouldn't go anywhere with it, but neither would they. Colin, with his Air manipulation powers to such a degree, would be able to see the sphere that stretched out from her as she took the stance. The wind whistled softly and the sand seemed to give her a subtle but noticeable berth as she pulled the dome tight to her body. Tighter dome, meant a faster reaction time to incoming attacks. Her Seikuken wasn't perfect however. Her heart didn't scream loud enough to make the Personal Tulpa able to resist Colin's attacks for too long. But when they did, they did grantly, before cracking and then shattering under the strain. Still, she hoped he would stop so she could at least deal with his fractures. If she left them too long, it would be bad for him.

The funny thing was, time. She lost track of it in such a fight. Focusing on nothing but her foe, but now she was driven down to peace, she could see the world had gotten darker. Had they already been at this for hours? That, was magnificent. She'd never fought anyone for hours. She was looking forward to just how far she could take this.