Mithrail was getting annoyed. Why wouldn't he yield already?! "Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" she muttered audibly through the quiet. "I bet you are aren't you? Fine, if that's the case . . ."

Mithrail was not a martial artist; her fighting skills were incredibly poor, but she managed to make up for it by having natural speed and power. There was one move that she was taught though; it was the ONLY martial arts technique she was taught, and it was meant to be an escape technique, but Mithrail has never even considered the possibility of running in her life, so the move turned into an offensive one, which she usually combined with her flight or aid from spirits. As of now, the physical counterpart would do. This was a move she used when she wanted to end a fight in one blow.

The Celestial assumed the Bowman stance, putting her left hand forward and tucking her right hand to her ribs. She lowered her head and glared at Sol. What would he do now?