Niks prepared another miasma to be launched toward his opponent as she circled, he completed another one and launched it at her just as her fist connected to his face. Without the enhanced strength of the suit nor its weight, the punch send him flying to the wall. The sound he made as he hit the wall and slid down to the ground was akin to the sound made between a stone hitting another stone. The flame that were his eyes flickered as Niks stood while the flame contained in his ribs burned uncaringly. The effort was growing to be a chore now and while her physical attack did little to him, if the current routine continue, all it would serve would be him being a ragdoll, thrown around by her brute strength. At least she was far too dim to try anything else now.