> you can be so insensitive sometimes.
> i swear. 
> very well if that is the extent of your vision at present.
> it falls to me to instruct you.

The nature of the weapon in the Gods-Smiting Whip's hands is such that it cannot help but make very straightforward, predictable moves. Even a true genius (which Mira is not) is trading subtlety for the inevitability of an absolute kill stroke. So it is not any surprise at all when Mira's first move in the battle is a headlong rush at maximum speed. Her fear of the Aetiline's golden blade is nonexistent. 

"In"! she screams, and writes her words in the air, "The beauty!"

The blow never falls. The Gods-Smiting Whip pivots on a pin with the kind of speed that would snap the spine of a traditional pilot but merely threatens to kill Mira with her own blood and the forces of gravity she exerts upon herself. Instead of the horizontal swing she turns her mecha's body and fires three quick blasts from three Tails at the absolute edge of melee range before she rockets around in a circle toward her original vector. One at each of the Aetiline's feet and the third at its stomach. These are not fully charged kill shots; they cannot even pierce Solarel's reduced armor. They will stun if they connect, but what is the meaning of this? Last second nerves? Improvisation? Does she not trust this glued together piece of crap death stick she nevertheless insisted on bringing to the most important fight of her life?

"In! The value!"

Again, the same charge. No alterations in her form, just the difference in implied threat caused by her previous feint. Her mecha's grip on its weapon is tighter than ever, and it pulls the blade back in such a way as to fully commit to a slash this time. The expenditure of energy is such that simple physics will commit a real strike from her even if she decides to be a coward with her Tails again. But like a stubborn fool, she pivots again before the edge of her sword can be brought to bear. Even earlier, in fact, because this time she fears an anticipatory lunge. 

"Of your voice!"

This time Mira spins where she is in the air in a circle. She hurls her sword at mach speeds as a projectile. The kinetic force is equal to a railgun, only prevented from piercing by the ablative weights all over the blade. Several of them snap and crumble as they fly everywhere in the form of dense shrapnel while Mira's sword goes twisting and bouncing across the arena toward the nearby forest. A glint of something like diamond can be seen just before it rolls, for the moment, out of sight.

> by the way.
> the word Technology does not refer to the construction of new machines or engineering.
> rather the same glyph expresses the application of various concepts in novel ways.
> to use another term for it:
> Creativity.

Two Tails fly out from behind their hiding spots on the Gods-Smiting Whip's back. Mira catches both of them with her hands. Bright blue energy pulsates between them in the jagged, vaguely hexagonal patterned light that denotes her supposed 'Third Form', the technique that guides shielding and barrier adjacent concepts.

She swings the first Tail in front of her, and the other one follows as it is pulled along violently by the connective shielding. She swings again and again, twirling them in front of her chest in crossing patterns that occasionally see her complete a behind the back pass to the other side of her body to continue the momentum. She snaps both Tails together and stands in what anime has taught her is a decisive battle pose, holding this new mysterious weapon in a manner that is half shield and half sword.

"You. You, You are the one who taught me that. Twice over. It is time I repay the lesson. Starting with this: Moonlight Silver Kiss."