Wasteland Adventure [OPEN]

Perhaps the training method which led to the majority of growth she experienced while under the tutelage of her father was fending off Demonic and Hollowfied monsters in Earth's barren wastelands. It allowed Mirajane to hone her technique through real life-or-death situations, often against enemies noticeably more powerful than herself, and as such was incredibly influential. To this day Mira treats it as one of the best tools to grow and improve, hence why today she was once again standing atop the dry cracked ground she'd spent years of her life fighting in.

Unfortunately for Mira, today there did not seem to be many monsters around. While there was a beast here and there, they were mostly barely stronger than a regular human and as such were useless rabble. Mirajane sought someone, or something, strong enough to provide a good battle. After all, in order to eventually reach the heights her father had Mira would need as much training and improvement as she could possibly withstand. Hopefully her day would not be wasted here in this deserted land.

Mirajane was surprised by the stranger's arrival by way of Garganta, as it likely meant they had been observing her from afar. Usually in areas such as this those who called it home were much more straightforward about their approach, entirely willing to simply run intruders down like wild animals. The approach this one decided to make certainly increased her threat level to Mirajane due to indicating both higher intelligence and the ability to plan ahead. Along with this, the being's overall energy levels seemed greater than her own; just further evidence of this individual's superiority.

Despite all the above reasons to surrender or flee, Mirajane Soan gripped her Zanpakuto tightly, it's copper-colored blade glinting dully in the sun, and prepared for battle. Even with access to only about two thirds of her actual capabilities, Mirajane remained confident in her ability to remain safe throughout combat thanks to her unique style of swordsmanship. Whether her foe would possess overwhelming strength or not remained unclear, but for now she stood defiant against the giantess with blade in hand and determination in her eye.

Having grown up in Soul Society's most brutal wilderness, a land riddled with monsters of all shapes and sizes, Mirajane lacked interest in entering into a dialogue with enemies. If one of them were to die here, no words said could or would matter. At least, to her. Instead, in this case Mira had thought simply raising her Zanpakuto would have been clear enough to the Hollowfied individual before her but perhaps they had other plans. Like firing off a burning sphere of energy at Mirajane.

Though by no means a speed demon, Mira did at least possess the reflexes and agility to react in time, if just barely, to her opponent's attack. In this instance the unique martial art her father had helped develop would come in handy, and so she immediately set to work. As quick as Mira could muster herself, she shifted her Zanpakuto so that the blade's tip pointed directly at the incoming blast; Next, once it approached she tilted her weapon down slightly to allow the Bala to run along the back of her blade. As the blast moved Mirajane quickly flicked her wrist and essentially guided it so that it would veer off course, and go flying harmlessly in a slightly altered direction. As it moved away from her the budding Shinigami finalized her defense by combat rolling to the right, bringing herself both farther away from the blast and closer to her attacker with blade still pointed directly towards the muscular woman.

"Words are the weapon of the cunning. I prefer a sword."

"I am unsure how you know that name, but it matters not." Mirajane continued wielding her sword with a calm determination, it's blade ready to clash with her foe's at a moment's notice. Upon the person's, now introduced as a "Busen Grossmater", unsheathing of their own weapon Mirajane took notice of the apparent theatrics involved with doing so. Either this individual was a fan of flights of fancy, or their ability involved the vibrant flames used to reveal her weapon. Either way, all Mirajane needed to do was overcome their tricks and the day would be won.

"You have a blade. Use it." Still not one to partake in lengthy dialogue, Mira continued speaking in short and to the point statements. If her foe was here to talk, she came to the wrong place. Having been molded and formed by her experiences fighting for her survival against beasts and nature of all kinds, even as a child she was quiet and preferred action over words. Later on, throughout her teenage years, this silence was reinforced by her father's training as she grew entirely detached from all worldly things, including interest in other people. She was built to be a warrior, and a warrior she was. In the face of an enemy stronger than herself, Mirajane figured the best course of action would simply be to stick to what she knew and await more attacks; as such she carefully stepped back a few times and relinquished her left hand's grip on her Zanpakuto so as to remain open and able to dodge with as much agility as necessary.

Then we have that in common." Mirajane too refused to stand still. The only option was to improve and reach new heights, otherwise she was not evolving to match the world around her. Having survived in brutal wilderness Mira knew quite well if she wasn't constantly moving then Death would catch her unawares, like a stalking beast in the shadow of night. Following the rules of survival meant preparation was key, and so even while her attacker seemingly moved her blade aimlessly Mirajane was analyzing their movements and planning for the worst. While not exactly a queen of deduction, she at least had enough sense to detect when an attack was coming. Or did she?

The speed with which her enemy moved was startling to say the least. While something like an energy blast moving this quick was understandable due to being unencumbered by weight and gravity, for this previously-statue still individual to launch forward at a speed even greater than the Bala was certainly capable of catching Mirajane off guard. Using every bit of reflex and speed she could possibly muster, Mira just barely managed to move by leaning over to her left; still, this didn't save her entirely from the pain of Busen's blade which promptly opened a bleeding wound just below her right shoulder.

Not wanting to get caught in a spiraling situation, Mirajane swiftly combat rolled past Busen and, now behind the other fighter, used the momentum of her action to strike at the Arrancar's back by slashing her own sword horizontally right to left. At most she figured such an attack would open a minor cut or simply graze the clearly-stronger enemy she faced, but either way any advantage was an advantage nonetheless.