The criminal gulped loudly as Mirage stepped up to take him in a fight. He clenched and unclenched his shaking hands, realizing that he'd very likely made a terrible mistake. Still there was no turning back now, and with his best war cry the criminal ran at Mirage whilst swinging wildly to try and improve his chances of scoring a blow. Pulse simply stood by and admired Mirage's stance with a bit of pride. She'd come a long way since Pulse had taken her in as his protege, and while she was still plenty down to earth she no longer carried the same awkward and overly cautious air that she did when first starting out. Perhaps close proximity to Mirage had made him slightly soft in his time, but Pulse momentarily considered telling the criminal how piss poor his attempts at fighting looked. This consideration was brief, and what Pulse did instead, was rest one arm on Mirage's staff and chuckle as he awaited the ass kicking to come.