Sasha was... Confident? Viral had asked for something different, something that the rebels didn't normally show in combat. So she'd thought to indulge him and use her ability: magic. In her limited experience her people - Ricken included - were only a handful of hundreds of races capable of such a feat. And unlike races which all seemed to share a similar magic, her people's tended to reflect some aspect of themselves. She gathered material and lit it aflame, using it as miniature projectiles and striking at Viral with them. It worked, perhaps [i]too[/i] well, as Viral grew furious with her. She tried to defend herself - it wasn't Ki she was using, but he was too enraged to listen. She lifted her arms and threw up a block, absorbing the hit but topping over backwards from the sheer force. Catching herself on a hand she lifted and spun at the same time, narrowly avoiding being crushed into the ground. Why was he so angry?

"It's not Ki!" she finally managed to get out, having to duck to avoid another bone-shattering punch, "It's not! It's magic!" Hard to say if that did anything to assuage his anger, he seemed no less furious than a moment before. So she'd cut back on its use, clearly going all out with magic was only going to make things worse. She side-stepped another punch and pushed the arm, stepping in and trying to drive an elbow into Viral's chest. If it hit, she'd lift her fist and strike him in the jaw with the back of her hand: if not, she'd try to get distance between them and throw a burst of projectiles at him. She couldn't keep too close to him now, not with how powerful each individual attack was. She'd be beaten in the blink of an eye if she took a punch in the wrong place.