As Myrda finished discarding the energy attached to her arm, she watched it dissipate around herself and then turned back to face him. “I see you are-“ she began, only to find him virtually flying towards her on the wind, an odd sight to be sure. Unfortunately for him he would be crashing into what could be described as a wall of metal. She didn’t budge from her position, instead bracing herself, hoping that he would take himself out when the two collided, which would be quite a hilarious way to go if she did say so herself. The two hit and her feet slid back a couple of inches. She let out a grunt, but managed to maintain her balance enough to remain on her feet. She attempted to deliver a powerful headbutt against his own head while the two were in such close proximity and his chances of avoiding such an attack was more slim. As she did so her arms began to extend on either side of him to envelop him in her grasp. Her sword was too large to stab him at the moment so she preferred more of a grapple match for the time being.