((BTW, thought isn't a movement speed. Or at least not a consistent one. Thought consists through an interchanging system of electrical and chemical signals, processed through your brain. The speed of thought depends very much on the type of thought, the area of the brain, and even the individual brain. You could be going anywhere from 100km/h to the speed of light right now. That's a big difference.))

Mia watches her beloved weapon shatter and drop to the ground. As the crystal in the middle splits, screeches fill the room, the spirits of disease that had been trapped within billowing out. A massive cloud of green smoke, filled with faces, shooting upwards in a collumn through the holes in the bag, spreading through Pandora's Box. The remnents of the weapon clattered to the ground, mere pieces of metal, robbed of all their power by that single swipe. Worthless. Mia grinned at the pain she felt as her favorite weapon was destroyed. This was going to be fun.

Her opponent's speed was not a factor. Mia had faced creatures whom's speed bent space itself, who could instantly change locations instantly, to whom the idea of travel was completely alien. This creature's weapons was obviously powerful. Mia couldn't let it get too close, she'd get cut to ribbons. Based on how easily it had dealt with the enchanted edge of the plague blade, she didn't trust her Black Blood to stop it, and as such, she would need to use her Vector Arrows to deflect it's path instead. The last feature, of course, was the most important in any fight. How to kill it? She could destroy the soul, but she was not so adept at this as her father was. Her soular attacks wouldn't be powerful enough to take down this opponent, esspecially if it was accustomed to soular combat. However, with such a variable form, it quite probably possessed a high level of regeneration, or perhaps even physical immortality. This limited her options, however, she had her trump card in play. Location was in her favor, as Berserker could not leave the bag without being drained of it's power, and she had all the means to win. Now to use them

Mia holds out her hands and twiddled her fingers. Her riddles might mean little, however, she could end this at any time she pleased. She would test her opponent's mind as well as his skill in battle. While she might die by delaying the end of this match, she had always been the type to take risks, esspecially when she was as exited as she was right now. She would fill this creature with pain, and it would beg for death, before she put it out of it's misery. "Dance to me, in the dance of deaths. Blades you see, can't take your breath. It's all about space, feel your feet. Before we might face, our swords must meet."
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Dragoon was floating high in the air, at least ten meters above the ground, impossible to rech with any melee weapon. And ranged spells were worthless against an opponent capable of dismanteling magic with ease. "Every technique has a counter. This is simply a counter to your sword. Haha! Do you see the links, they turn and twist all together, and they'll grind your bones to dust!" As Dragoon holds out both hands, each is filled with a purple glowing orb, a focused point of Void Energy. He throws the orbs, which fly towards Alexander, creating powerful shockwaves upon impact.