Saradana smirked lightly as her hand came down, punching the slate beneath her, cracks running through it for at least ten feet in all directions, a hole the size of her fist in it. She shook her hand, the iron wasn't as solid as the steel. But it would do for now. She looked around her, at the arena she'd carefully constructed. She had discovered many properties to different materials. Wood, of course, gave buoyancy, while steel made her sink like a stone. Wood was more flexible, while steel increased muscle capacity. She could turn into absolutely any solid she could find, with the exception of ice and grains of substances, and frozen liquids. She'd get to that state, eventually. She darted forward, grasping a tree for an instant, her body changing to wood from steel as her stance shifted, her landing ten blows on a tree in less than four seconds, and then back to steel as she touched the steel ball in her pocket, and she gave a powerful punch. A loud crack echoed through the forest, and she grinned as the tree fell. Benehime. Such a powerful woman. What else could she do...?