Mia had faced Gods and Demons, she'd defeated Bob in a one-on-one. She'd killed thousands, and she wasn't planning to stop now. She smiles, as her opponent shoots forward, faster than the eye could register, faster than mere human reflexes could function. To any human, he would have been invisible. However, Mia didn't need her eyes, not in this fight.

Even before Berserker had shot forward, Mia's Plague Blade had already been in the way of the slice, her opponent's intentions writ in his soul, the attack plan written in the echoes from his mind. The weapon in the creature's right hand ricochetted off of the blade, as Mia's Black Blood spider legs exploded outwards, spikes of Black Blood filling the area, slicing every nook and crany, an attack impossible to dodge within the limited space created by the bag they were confined in.

Mia's weapons were many and diverse. She lured people into traps, decieved and lied. She had her Black Blood, as well as the weapons she had stolen from her victims and her Witch Magic. However, right now, Mia was completely serious. She would win this fight by taking each of her powers to the utmost level, a level that would wipe out even the most hardy of opponents. Unlike her father, Mia was an unparralelled master of melee combat, able to take down almost any opponent by using her powers in unexpected fashions, with a thousand tricks up her sleeves. "One step is a cut, a slice, a splatter of blood. You might not want to move so fast. It'll cost you everything, if you leave behind what's imporant to you."