After a few hours of sat on her ass hearing some muffled stuff from something she couldn't see and not being sure it wasn't so weird dream she was having from bad Rice-Cakes or that the giant thing looming in the darkness of blur was not a Cave Troll, Mirja stood up and stretched. There was only so long a person could sit on the ground in a day anyway, before it came down to being to bored to move and then you turned into a statue. Or at least that was here believe anyway. 

Wither it happened or was physically possible was another thing entirely, Mirja's mind did not operate within the realms of sanity or possibility, but still, annoyingly enough, possessed morals, and common sense. So, headbutting competitions with the wall where out, but she could use her head for something else, and so with a gleeful giggle, she Flash Stepped over to the Training arena, watching the world go by like a blur and often wondering how it would be to live out life as a droplet on a car window travelling 80 down the motorway.

Once she had arrived at the training ground, Mirja set about claiming a free dummy, and glaring at it intently. There was a lot of theory attached to this technique, and she wasn't about to mess things up here. Thinking for a while, she postulated the best way to approach her new and awesome technique, and so with a wide grin, Flash Stepped towards the dummy...and promptly smashed her face off it, the dummy appearing more grounded in physicality than she was in reality. Of course, one failure wasn't going to put her off, so she got up, brushed herself off, and tried again, but met the same result. And so launched a vicious kick at the dummy's head and knocked it several feet down wind, before grumbling off to find another dummy, since someone had broken the one she was using.