"Do not hold back," Miria says. "Come at me with all your strength."

That is all the warning she gives before she is darting forward at a speed that makes her hard to make out in motion, even without drawing on any of her yoma power. Her sword clangs against his armor, and she smiles as she tries again.

It is a long match, and a fulfilling one. They may be matched in strength, but with the powers returning, Miria's speed is fast enough that at times it seems there's two of her, even if she can do nothing to get through his armor.

At the end of it, she's huffing to catch her breath, a light in her silver eyes that's echoed in the barest hint of her smile on her lips.

"That's quite the ring."

It's like having one's yoma power on the outside, instead of sewn up inside. But it's more than the power, she thinks. It's the man who wields it. She's learned more about him in the last hour than all the conversation could have provided.