Mirror, Mirror

Darsy takes the switch of gravity well enough, landing easily on the floor.

When she finds the body, Darsy draws in a sharp breath. What the crap!?

Now, Darsy has been trained in martial arts for many years. Her instincts have been tuned very well. So, while her thoughts start focusing on the silvery blood, her instincts tell her that something is flying towards her back.

She's learned to go ahead and listen to those instincts.

Darsy twists herself to the side. The punch still connects, but because of her movement, it just clips her shoulder.

She continues her spin so she can face her opponent, her fists quickly brought up in front of her. She quickly takes in details. The dimness of her lights. The coldness of the punch. And the fact that her opponent is a blob of shadows.

Well, aren't you an odd one, huh?

She smirks as the light on her fists changes. Now her fists are on fire. The flames don't seem to bother her at all.

Darsy strikes fast, aiming one fist at his face, and the other at his stomach.