The Wolf of Wan Street

A strike too quick to notice at first glance, something to get a real good hit in. Nemesis should have expected it if she was going to be honest with herself. Usually headbutting anyone would lead to a confrontation between the two people, and in this case, it could be argued as a form of self defense. Even with the feeling of hitting concrete, it didn't seem to phase the berzerker. Neither did the next strike that slammed into her, at least not physically. Mirja's fist was able to slam right into her body, the force bringing her right through the wall of such a wonderful home and into the cold, icy world outside. Rubble and debris needing to be brushed off of her form as she slowly picked herself up and off the ground, her gaze turning from that towards Mirja once again.

The wolf truly planned on taking her? Then they are free to go ahead and try. With the stance taken by the 'prey', it was made apparent that she was going to fight. No weapon was revealed, she wouldn't taint this scuffle with the possibility of death. Instead, she leaned her body down via extending a leg outwards, sliding it against the cold surface as her gaze never once left the wolf, one open palm in front, another to her side as for just a moment, it didn't seem like she wanted to make the first 'official' strike. But that was only so she could make certain the ground underneath her was stable before her body straightened, standing tall as a foot was raised before being stomped down.

The strike let out a rumble that Mirja could easily feel, just as she could easily feel earth slamming into her form in just a few moments. Nemesis had stomped the ground hard enough that a chunk of rock and icy ground bounced up into the air, forming a crater as its size was easily that of a small person. It only remained in front of Nemesis for a moment as her fist was cocked back before slamming forwards, knuckles colliding with this new projectile as it was sent spiraling towards Mirja with a surprising amount of accuracy and force behind it.

Her brows furrowed as she made certain that she watched Mirja's movements this time. She wasn't going to let this 'beast' run circles around her. She may not have to be as fast, but if she could just keep her cool for a bit and focus on her, she should have enough time to react. She already began to prepare herself for whatever assault may come her way in retaliation. Her body seeming almost... stiffer. A bit rougher than before as Nemesis simply began to ignore any stimulation she may feel. The cold was non-existent, any movements would help her feel no strain, and the best part was that if another blow landed against her, she wouldn't be able to feel a single -thing-.

"I will not be taken as a trophy. Please calm yourself before things get out of hand."

A little too much information in Nemesis' eyes. It honestly perturbed her enough to raise a brow and actually looked concerned for Mirja and her mental state after something like that happening. It would explain how quick she was to jump from topic to topic, and honestly, most people of high power seemed to have something wrong with them, herself included. Though now was not the time to try and psycho-analyze someone she honestly didn't know enough about. It could just be a farce and just her enjoying herself for all Nemesis knew.

The only thing she was certain of was that Mirja's spiritual presence wasn't just for show. A burst of power and explosive energy helped shatter the earth that was sent towards her, wrecking and destroying the rather cute cabin behind her with the debris left to shoot forth in almost all directions. An interesting spectacle t hat showed Nemesis just what she could expect from this. This wasn't someone who relied on magic or weapons to get the job, but someone similar to her. Raw strength and determination to see their ideals come to fruition. The demon found herself even grinning slightly from the thrill that this scuffle would bring, muscles tensing as her body seemed to already prepare itself for whatever Mirja did next.

Boom. The explosion of force thanks to Mirja's speed was enough to send snow flying in all directions, adding a cloud behind her that only further accentuated the sheer strength behind this upcoming blow. It was quick, very quick. Something that would be difficult for her to avoid thanks to one of her weakest aspects being speed, but she could let out a strike in retaliation. The demon's body flashed a deep red for a very brief moment as she took a step forwards, right arm cocks back before her body twisted to the left, sending a right fist to right where Mirja would be heading, aiming to collide her fist with the woman's skull. For most people that would attempt this, it would be a matter of strength to see who came out on top of this, and considering Mirja's whole body was behind this, the winner should have been obvious.

With the sound of something cracking within Nemesis' arm, it became apparent what was going on. Her body took the entire force of the blow without moving, still suffering the damage of a strong tackle, bones being damaged and broken. As the un-moving force was struck, the fist continued on with its own strike uncontested, and Mirja with little way to defend herself due to the nature of just what a tackle did. Pure, unadulterated strength pushed Nemesis' knuckles further against Mirja's skull, fist not only striking her head mid-dash but pushing forwards to slam the rest of her body in the same direction it came from. With how momentum would hopefully come into play, pain would hopefully wrack through her body while being blown away, if there were no other special properties to the wolf's attack.

The demon didn't even seem to feel what had just broken in her arm, only glancing down and clenching her fist to see that her muscles were still intact, even if it led to her entire arm shaking whenever tensed. Perhaps it wouldn't be a good idea to use it any further like this, or at least not to be the main defender against a beast that was just as strong, or possibly even stronger than her. The thought of it brought a brighter smile to her face, a fire alight in her eyes as she glanced back towards the wolf to see just what would happen. The unstoppable force assaulting the immovable object, who would come out on top? Who would walk away unscathed, and who could possibly end up being raped and forced into a situation that would be hated? Only time would tell.

But boy was this about to be a doozy.