Jirin's mind races, searching for anything that could help explain how his enemy seemingly destroyed his mana instantaneously, 'She isn't a demigod, and I can't think of any anti-magic affinities. Could it be a magical item?'
Lessia interrupts his thoughts as she seemingly teleports behind him and attempts to punch him in the back of the head, but Jirin ducks under it and kicks backward, striking her pretty hard in the stomach.
'Alright, she is fast but I am still weaker than her,' Jirin enters a loose fighting position with a wide stance and his left hand in front of his chest, 'Judging by her fighting style, she's been doing this for a while so she's got me in skill.'
Lessia's eyes narrow slightly as she notices Jirin's stance, 'The Gonricht family does have the spirit affinity that relies on martial arts, but this isn't their typical stance... It also isn't Manutheus.'
