Something going on under ground.

And then there was the door. Well, what was she going to do with that? Walking up to it, she felt as if she was slowly walking towards a monster, of impeccable beauty.
Something that had transcended reality and become something all at once horrifying, and captivating. And now she stood before it. And a few seconds of quite contemplation were brought to a grinding halt by the door opening, inviting her into the den of this...demon. Mirja quickly took one of her more potent elixers, and then stepped in, suppressing her own urge to run out screaming and trying to calm Hvit.

As it turned out, calming Hvit was not needed, since as soon as she entered, she felt the girl suddenly trapped behind a wall. And the door slammed shut behind her, nothing she could destroy without Hvit's assistance. And inside there was a throne, great and gaudy. Gilded with gold and inlaid with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds. The chair itself would weight nearly a hundred kilos from all the fancy bits on it, and it's sheer size. But, the most amazing thing was that the oppulence of the chair was dwarfed by the armlets that the man sat on the thrown wore. Reaching from knuckle to elbow, the soft crimson colour was coated with etchings and drawings in a tremendously complex, criss-crossing fashion. Whoever had made them had the skill and patience of a virtuoso. There were a pair of armlets that could not be bought in this world, such was their rarity. To come across them was like walking into a cave and finding it studded with metric tons of the most flawless gems imaginable. Black Gold rank, Gestalt armlets. There was only one problem.

The man wearing them, was even more rare. To look at him, was like looking at the sun. But not just any old person staring at the flaming ball of gas in the sky. No, it was as if she had been born underground, lived for a hundred years in the darkness, and then was suddenly thrust above ground to bare witness to this. It was so great that her Dantian didn't register him in relation to her. It's scale was simply to tremendous. Like an ant sat on a whale and trying to comprehend the entire being it was upon. Not impossible, just highly improbable. What she stood in front of, was an expert in the Yu-Shan realm. A Legend, even in the prime of Wulin when there were nearly twenty times the number of cultivators there were today. Here and now, there was little chance Mirja could handle him without Hvit. She was falling apart just being in his presence, worse than anything she had ever been. A part of her knew that it was just the effect of his incomprehensible Shen pushing down her Qi to a point that it weighed down on her mentality itself. So few people had the power to do anything like this these days, so it was historic more than anything else. He then stepped down from his throne and walked across the room.

"You are a strange Concubine. Shapely but surprisingly lupine. But I guess they have finally come around-" the man's voice was deep and powerful, reverberating off the walls and filling the entire room with his power. But, he was cut off by a wolf-shaped missile launching its way towards with astronomical speed, and a complete opposite of hesitation. There was a red glint in her beautiful silver eyes, and a new pressure warred with his heavenly might. Solidified, tangible bloodlust. Thunderous and petrifying, were he not who he was, there would be a primal urge to simply collapse and sob. As it was, he just moved out of her way, red contrails following a movement impossibly fast, putting him half way across the world before he looked back, keeping eye-contact with the now maniacal wolf.

"Sorry. You're pissing me off. Could you die?" she asked, following the contrails to where he was. That he could avoid her, was a neat trick. But his careless words had pushed her into mindset that was almost impossible to subdue.

"Love to break it to you, but nobody's come around to anything. You, have been forgotten in your little prison and only just exhumed out of curiosity. And probably greed as well. And you, you are going to die because you ran your big fat mouth" Mirja told him, staring with a look, not quite there. And then he was on her, his feet moving with such speed powered by such vast Shen...he was too powerful for her to be able to sense what he was channeling, and so she used the only real technique she had. Hundred-man Gauntlet Fist. With a bit of help from God-Bashing Blows. The first strike was a solid punch to her chest, which she barely managed to deflect, a boom erupting as she made contact. Three Thunder Fists, then, it seemed. He did it amazingly. Could even be the guy that made it. Who knew. Mirja simply adapted to not blocking or parrying after even with a technique as powerful as God Bashing Blows he was barely fazed. The follow up strike was a knife-hand strike to her neck that she only managed to avoid due to her grotesque flexibility. Throwing herself backwards she kicked up, her Eve Prime legs connecting with his chin beautifully. Her legs, several times more powerful than the rest of her body due to their unique nature and their voracious consumption of her Earth-Defying Array, was enough to tear the head off a granite statue twenty foot tall and twenty food wide. Which was why she was shocked that the man was only knocked backwards, nearly falling over before he managed to regain his balance. Kicking him felt like the walls of the Vastimian training ground. She still never managed to get through those.

"Nice trick. Mind if I steal it?" she asked, giving him a rather, dramatic grin.
"That would imply I lose first. Not something I plan on" he replied, before coming again. Such power, and such martial skill as well. He perfectly predicted Mirja's dodge and his fist smashed into her face, white contrails flowing behind the fist, and then it shattered bone and launching her backwards, only her impossible balance allowing her to keep her feet from being blown out from under her. That was more than he should have been able to hit with. Three Thunder Fists was strong, but that, was too strong. Add in the contrails, and there was only one option left.

"Tail of the Red Pheonix, Claws of the White Tiger, Shell of the Black Tortoise, and i'm going to say Breath of the Azure Dragon is controlling the bodies. That makes you the Sage of Four Symbols" She swished her tail and grinned. Her tail was brilliant, it had so many expressions that it could help with. "I can see now why you get such a brilliant prison. You are not a person that can be treated with kiddy gloves"

The man, for his part, gave a broad grin.
"You might just be a bronze-realm pup, but you've got some power behind you, and you seem to know your stuff even after so long" he brushed a hand across his chin, rubbing the bruise that was forming there before looking back to her. "I'll watch my tongue so you don't try to rip it out again, but you are not someone to simply brush aside. I will give you the honor of seeing the apex of Wulin"

Mirja watched carefully, and then he lit up. Previously a glorious sun,now he was a blinding supernova. Closing the gap faster than Mirja could perceive - or so he thought - Two fists collided with simultaneous precision into her gut, rupturing organs, shattering bone and incapacitating her in a single moment. And then the next moment there was merely a Shihakusho with the impact hole in it. The second of surprise was all Mirja needed, having already moved into position and burned an enhanced Chai Kick coupled with Saigen to provide the sheer explosive force she needed. And it worked. His Specialized Technique was amazing but it wasn't enough to keep out Mirja's full power. Tai Chi wasn't scaled for someone of Mirja's level when she really threw down. Digging deeply into his skin and ripping her claws upwards, she shredded the skin on his back, spilling blood and rent skin everywhere, her claws not digging deep enough to get bone but she did a lot of damage, splitting open his back from asscrack to shoulder blade before smoothly sliding back from his feral swing. No skill or precision there, it was merely a gut reaction to pain he had not felt in a millennium.

"That's.....an interesting trick..." he gasped, leaking his life's blood from the massive rent in his back. "Mind....if...I steal it?" He finished. His skin was turning more pale by the second and he was having trouble staying on his feet. And by gods the smell of his blood was firing Mirja's engines. The desire to rip, tear, kill, and maim was almost irrepressible, and it was mirrored in the increased potency of the aura in the room. And then he died. Even a man like him couldn't survive a wound like that. It was amazing he survived that long. And a few seconds after the light faded from his eyes, he rushed her again, with the same ferocity that she had come to expect from the man in the short time they had been fighting. Pushing all her Qi to her fists she rushed headlong to meet him, no longer thinking of the puny things such a 'self-preservation' or what might happen after this fight. She was going to tear him limb from limb until there was not enough of him left to keep moving.