I Don't Even Know Who You Are! [Private/Micaiah, Yugiri]

The explosion caught her off guard, regardless of her reaction speeds. Just wasn't the sort of thing you'd expect coming out of a foot during a kick. The spell did hurt, though; the Maujuda Kavacha didn't do too well against stuff like that, and Micaiah actually had to back off rather than trucking on.

She made a leap backwards for some distance and shook her head to reorient herself. The explosion felt like it rattle her brain some, but she fought through the initial dizziness to focus once more. She looked back at the woman and smiled to herself--as much as her jaw allowed, at least. Well, lookit the little puss-puss. Looks like she knows her place. Wait, puss-puss?

For a moment, Micaiah paused. Did she actually know this lady? She racked her head for a minute to remember, and it felt like it was on the tip of her tongue.

Whatever, as was the original plan, she'd just beat it out of her. Once more, Micaiah went forward, a new sword in hand. This one, Agneyasta's Edge, looked significantly more menacing than the first one. It practically oozed an aura steeped in malice and bloodthirst. It channeled how pissed off Micaiah was feeling, and the weight of the sword increased to match her indignation.

The tradeoff for this was returning to her Human Aspect. While the sword and armour empowered her, the Asura Aspect's physical boosts were lost. It was worth the switch as far as she was concerned; Agneyastra felt much more suited to the situation.

Once again, Micaiah ran forward, noticeably slower than before, but this time more measured, her sword held in front of her in a guarded position. Once she closed enough distance that she figured Yugiri would counteract, Micaiah swung the blade forward to meet whatever opposition came her way, be it body, weapon, or spell.

Damn. More explosions, huh? Well, that's a shame. Or at least, it would've been if it wasn't for the fact that Agneyastra was the weapon of choice here. This lady wanted explosions? She'll get some explosions.

With every explosion thrown out into her, Micaiah drew Agneyastra's blade to meet them. Not in full on swings, but more conserved movements that pulled the weapon in front of the explosions rather than batting at them. Each time, Agneyastra's meeting with the offensive just offered another explosion, sending them back each time bigger and better. She stayed on the defensive for the moment since the target was kiting too quickly to close much distance.

If she was still in her Asura Aspect, these noises would've driven her absolutely crazy. Micaiah would've started flailing Agneyastra around like a madwoman until something hit, or the whole damn city was disintegrated. Fortunately, she maintained her composure. Yeah, it was annoying, and the sounds made it even more difficult to discern what she was seeing and how it was matching up audibly, but she kept her actionable cool. For a little while, at least.

Jesus Khala, this woman didn't tire out. The more circles she ran the more frustrated Micaiah got, until rather than waiting for something special to happen, the girl just brought Agneyastra up high and smashed it into the ground. The weight along cratered everything around them in a hundred metres, but the natural effect of Agneyastra's explosiveness added to thing, rippling out in every crack and crevice with a monstrous force rising out of them torrentially.

It was a move done in the same timing as the woman's axe kick. Indefensible from above in this motion, Micaiah's head connected with their heel, and she followed her blade towards the ground, face planting away. The actual damage to Micaiah inside wasn't too much, but that didn't mean the sheer force of the kick could be contested.

After hitting the ground, it took a moment to act onward. Expecting a follow-up, Micaiah rolled to her side to have her front face the sky, and she immediately swung Agneyastra outward and forward.

With us? Micaiah tried recalling what group she'd tagged along with in recent memory. Maybe the group with Erchanhardt and Saisei? She tried remembering who else was with them, but all she could recall was a few Iramasha they found in Atlantis, and maybe a cat.

?

Oh. That's the puss-puss she was thinking of! Micaiah got up, fast and perky, and she even had all her armour fall off, back into cards and into her gourd.

"Shiguri! Is that you?!"

Micaiah held a gleeful smile, clearly representative of the absolute void of recollection when it came to any sort of indecencies she subjected the cat too. Micaiah did a little trot over, totally uncautious, to greet an old companion.

"How've you been? I haven't seen you in a hot-ass minute, girl! I remember you smaller, and darker, but now you're just not as small and not as dark!"

"Oh, that's right; haha, my bad, my bad. Yugiri. Man, that's kinda wild that you can turn into a human, though. How'd you manage that? Or are you, like, a demon-cat sorta thing?"

Considering Micaiah met her as a cat, she assumed being a cat was her natural form. Like Yugiri said, Micaiah lived amongst demons; either which way was of no strangeness to her whatsoever. In fact, if Yugiri was a cat around her for as long as they traveled together, it'd be natural to assume that was her innate form, no?

"Personally, I've been roaming around America at my own pace and leisure. Going around, camping in mountains, fighting occasional hollows, munching on some native cuisines. Did you know, American-style chinese food uses these things called tortillas a lot? Shit's wild. Tastes nothing like chinese food, to be honest, but who am I to judge their take on foreign foods, right?"

The girl even tapped her gourd to bring some of the foods out. American-chinese styled meals like "burritos", and "quesadillas". Americans really had a terrible understanding of the chinese writing system, considering how outlandishly far these fusion dishes were in name and composition.

Micaiah offered some to Yugiri, and it most certainly smelled delish.