Working up a Sweat [Samantha, Vanyel]

Sam smirked just a little at his sheepish walking back things a little. "No worries, I get the feeling that combat is a big part of things around here." She pointed out, giving im a bit of an excuse as the pair of them finally made enough distance. Even so, it was interesting to see his perspective. Certainly it was .... unique to hear about. Well, from his perspective. But then again, the SDRF had been big on history. A lot of tales from a hundred years ago back when things were different. Sure, the sort of 'spiritually aware' definition had changed a lot. Back in the day, it just meant people who could even SEE hollows. But nowadays the bar was different. Compared to the past, spiritually competent humans were actually all over the damn place if you looked hard enough.

"Heh. You should try going to america sometime. Maybe not all of them are strong enough to go taking on hollows by themselves, but well, Demon occupation certainly had it's own set of challenges." She noted with a lopsided smile, rolling her neck a little before shrugging. "Well, I guess that depends on your definition of 'prevalent'. It's still a one in a hundred kinda deal. But that's statistics and shit." She waved that off, she didn't even like learning that shit back in the day. Important as it was.

Samantha cracked her neck as the two of them finally found a good distance and spacing between eachother. Continuing to circle around Van as he spoke up about his own experience in America. He certainly was a long way from home. He mentioned that he wasn't quite a local here, but he'd also been in the states. Hm. "Quite a few places you've been to. Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" She ventured.

As he got into his own stance, she rolled her shoulders a little, her eyes slowly drawing to a close asher spiritual energy coursed along her frame, slowly winding up to wrap around her head before slowly solidifying into a black blindfold, tightening around her eyes before letting out a light little sigh, relaxing as she allowed her focus to sharpen. Her Reikaku slowly flexing to take in her surroundings as she turned to face him.

"You can just call me Sam. And feel free to make the first move, Van."

"IS that so? Well color me surprised. Not gonna lie, I aven't really heard much news from there in ages. Must be nice. Still. The states huh? Where do you usually hang around?" She ventured. Of course, not breaking her speech even as Vanyel sped toward her. He wasn't too fast, that was good, but definitely fast enough to keep up with her probably, though the fluidness of the man's motions DID spark her attention. And as he aimed that sweeping kick, she promptly darted back out of it's range, her body shifting sharply to the right to avoid that second strike aimed to her chest.

In the very same motion, she aimed to swat out, attempting to bat his fist to the side and then slice in with a right hook, aiming to connect her knuckles into the man's elbow. A light little jab, just a little tester with her strength. Just to see just how much punishment the man could take. IT would certainly sting in a normal person, but with a more sturdy person, they would bhardly notice it. IT would serve as a good benchmark on how hard she should hit the guy.

"That's quite a nice guard ya got there." She chimed, a half smile flashing across her features. Seeming to have no trouble tracking his movements despite the blindfold.

He was adjusting pretty good. Even if they weren't going at full speed, she couldn't help but be intrigued with his own adaptability. That sudden turn into her strike. Her knuckles slamming into his arm, only to get tangled up as he grappled her. She didn't waste any time in tugging FIRMLY on him, using him as an anchor to drive her Knee up and into his Ribs.

"WHEW! Ya got im ghirl, kick is fuckin tits in!" Came a yell from the bike.

But she ignored that. Didnt have a chance when he suddenly broke ut of that lock and sent that flurry of jabs her way. Managing to go on the defensive and wince, the sting of his knuckles was felt, but she managed to keep any of those strikes from her face or body. Focusing on the motions of his spirit, focusing her Reikaku and slowly backing up amidst the strikes. They were about even speed wise, so she wasn't sweating bullets, but it was still interesting ow much pressure he could pour on.

"Mother-in-law huh? How long ya been married?" She ventured before suddenly a crackle of spiritual energy formed at her feet and suddenly she vanished, using a sudden jarring shift to speed past Vanyel, circling around him in an instant before firing off two STRONG straight punches to the back of his ribs. Curious to see how he'd be able to handle her bringing high speed steps into the mix. Though she would adjust as necessary. Step moves were a rarity among spiritual humans, and so she wasn't gonna rely on them too much if he wasn't able to handle them. But if he managed to pull out some of his OWN then it was all fair game.

"My condolences. Glad you're still close with the family. That's rare these days." She noted, continuing to speak casually even amidst their fight. He seemed to take the hits well enough, but didn't respond with a motion of his own, but rather a sudden burst of movement and speed. Nothing huh? She'd have to refrain from using Snap then. All the same, she snapped er fingers and flicked her hand between them.

Counter Shell.

Panels of her own Reiryoku crackles between the two of them as Vanyel shot toward her. The layers of energy wrapped around her body and as he lunched that series of punches, they would meet the hard layer of spirit energy head on. Cracks slithering along the hard cover before shattering with a loud BANG. Exploding outward in a concussive blast in response to his strikes. A deafening hit that would more disorient the man than it would harm him, as Sam herself would then launch a single straight full force punch to the center of the man's chest. Aiming to try and knock him onto his ass through that storm of hits. How would he respond to her Spiritcasting? The kid had good movements, and certainly a good foundation for hand to hand combat.

But she wanted to see what else he had. She hadnt noticed any shifts in his spiritual pressure. Was he just.... more or less a normal human? Awful dangerous for someone like that to be out in a place like this. Still. She'd wait to see how he handled the spell before she made any assumptions. What other tricks was he hiding?