Working up a Sweat [Samantha, Vanyel]

Sam's eyes widened a bit behind her blindfold. Those fists definitely were ready to break through those panels, it definitely was a risky gambit to go trying to use spells without a sigil. Tch. She narrowed her eyes a little, raising her fists up defensively as Vanyel pushed her back and got ready to put in another punch. But to her surprise, she sensed a sudden shift in spiritual energy. A ... blade?

She twisted, rather than blocking, she had to hiss and shove her fist down, that blade nicking her wrist and cutting a thin line along her wrist as she lunged in, and aimed to RAM her shoulder into the man's chest to shove him back and away, putting a bit of distance and darting back, furrowing her brows as she focused on the strike. A playful smirk crossing her lips.

"Sneaky. You had me thinking you didn't have any powers." She murmured, before running her thumb over the blood and then drawing a circle over her left wrist, then adding a few notches, etching a sigil into te back of her glove. Causing a sudden glimmer of energy to course over her arm, spreading up to her shoulder as well like armor. MUCH sturdier than before now with a proper spell. Spirit Shell. "So. Anything else you're hiding?" She ventured with a smirk.

She braced herself, darting back and narrowing her eyes as those jabs and darting strikes grazed her here and there, sliding back from the impact as that shell coursed along her arm. As he struck out, she thrust her hand. Slamming into the incoming edge and causing it to crackle, but still managing to hold up against the blade as she batted the weapon to the side. The throwing knives littered her frame, several having stuck into her. She'd managed to reinforce herself with some of her spiritual energy, but that didn't keep the tips of those knives from biting into her flesh.

The pain certainly was registered. But she powered through it as she closed the gap between them, aiming to ram her shoulder up and into the center of the man's sternum. That armored arm raised, to keep that blade away from her as she sought to bull in and knock the man off his feet. A strike swiftly followed up with a twist of a heel, one leg swinging up in a sudden crescent kick aimed to the side of his head. That kick slicing in sideways before dropping down, intent to hook her foot around his head before driving it into the ground with a sudden burst of vicious aggression. A step up she decided was acceptable. After all, they were standing on dirt, not hard concrete or stone.

"That mist is more than just some item. I feel as though it qualifies as access to power."

Sam's brows raised, watching as that thing suddenly vanished into thin air. Uhuh.... yea whatever madee him feel better about ...whatever that was. She was pleased to see that hit land, but she backed up. Tensing as he began to lay on the strikes once again. He seemed to be aiming for that spell armor of hers. A narrowing of her eyes as she endured those blistering strikes. Only to perk up when she noticed him starting to eat through that defense of hers. Tch.

She promptly darted back, her body blurring as she used SNAP to quickly distance herself from him, rolling her wrist for a few moments before allowing that spell to fall apart and peel away into nothing. "You're certainly tenacious. But you don't seem to be putting a lot of thought into this." She murmured softly, raising a hand to gesture in his direction as she used her fingers to draw in the air. Twin swirls that then spiraled outward before the air glowed, burning the sigil of the spell between them.

Gale Burn.

A sudden explosive wave of hot air thundered toward him, not hot enough ot burn, but definitely hot enough to catch his attention as that concentrated wave of hot air would aim to slam into him like a brick with enough force to send him flying. Naturally she had keyed the spell more toward impact than temperature. After all this was a friendly spar. But a bit of Spiritcasting to try and egg some of those special little items he had certainly wouldn't hurt. Worst case scenario he went flying and wound up on his ass.

Oh? She perked up as she watched him recover so quickly from that hit. Perhaps she should raise the power a bit? Just a squickly as he'd been knocked onto his ass, he was suddenly racing around her. Her fingers shifting, a brief reverse tracing of that pattern before her hand swung. That glowing sigil still over her hand as she pointed the mark at him as her reiryoku glowed along it's surface.

Another Gale Burn promptly fired off, this time a narrowing area was struck with greater force, a loud PANG sounding as another freight train of compressed air connected with his chest before exploding outward, aiming to scatter that smoke from whatever it was he was using. An attack that instantly was followed up by a sudden raise of her other arm. Reiryoku congealing along the edge of her open palm as she CHOPPED down, aiming to connect solidly with the man's shoulder to try and drop him to his knees with the force of the strike. Not something that was particularly difficult for her. Certainly he was her equal in martial prowess. But she had her powers to lean on, and the ability to amp herself up with her spiritual energy was potent enough that she could put a building in the ground with her bare hands if she felt inclined to.

"You have a fairly good base. I'll admit that much. And those tools certainly seem interesting. But it doesn't seem like they're giving you a ton of options. Got any ranged options outside of those knives?" She ventured with a perk of a brow.

It was pretty damn impressive. The way that he bulled his way through the onlaught of energy being shunted toward his body. Only to lunge in and counter was among many other things bold and a tribute to the man's focus. Truly, he had a pretty alright sense of determination. Or at least, he was able to focus on what needed to be done. However, as his Knee collided with her frame, she slid back, but she didn't flinch. That crackle of reiryoku ran through her body, and for just an instant, hardened her frame, taking what would have been a rather debilitating knee to her chest and nulling the impact, so that she could follow as he attempted to dart back. Vanishing with another SNAP and dipping to the man's left side as her finger ran horizontally through the air. A simple straight line that burned spiritual energy into the air. A line that congealed into the solid form of a blade.


Bayonet.

The hilt quickly grasped before slashing, intent on leaving a red line along the man's face. As payback for the knives he'd thrown into her earlier. Before she skidded past him and paused as he spoke up. Her follow-up delayed for just a moment as she considered his response. Casually running her thumb along the edge of the blade. "So, what are you gonna do to get it back?" She ventured calmly enough, her head canting a bit to the side as she watched him closely. There was an underlying theme to the way he spoke about his powerlessness. An implication that that hadn't always been the case.

But there was also a sense of loss in him that seemed.... interesting to her. The way he talked, it was as if he felt his powers were gone forever, whatever they'd been. But. "Just because they were washed away, doesn't mean they never existed .You've wielded power before. It shouldn't be hard to do it again." She stated. As though it were the simplest thing in the world.