Mizu growls even as she accepts the reality of how much leverage Vergil's hold on her calf gives him. She doesn't fight the grip, all too aware how strong it is and simmering controlled rage. She takes the hit to her jaw but twists and regains her balance enough, even as it pulls at her hair and her kimono, to avoid the knee. They separate, when she would rather tackle Vergil to the floor and pull him against her with an arm around his neck until he passed out. She breathes hard and stares as intently at him.
She's been in hand to hand combat before, usually with stronger men than she even if they aren't as strong as Vergil, but they too have been swordsmen and think like them. She's gotten the better of them. Vergil is better, not relying solely on his strength or his healing to get his way, though he used that strength to an irritating point with beautiful technique just now. It could have come earlier. It could come any time.
Mizu wipes one hand across her face and pulls her kimono into place. Oh, she doesn't need to be tidy, but she doesn't want to reveal the bandages across her chest. Vergil might not take its meaning correctly. Instead he could stop the fight because he thinks she's still healing, but in time, if it comes up enough times, he might figure it out. Let him think she cares about her appearance, as she considers how best to attack him.
Her posture returns to a relaxed and ready position. Mizu stares at and into Vergil with the same intensity as the start of a duel. Move and counterattack predicted. An adjustment in her stance. Again. And again. And again. It plays out far more times in her head than between them. Generally not in her favor. To a fault, once fighting, Mizu is not content to sit back and let her opponent come to her. However, she manages to mentally reset. The start of a new fight. Her hands itch for a blade, a wire, something, but she refuses the idea that she must have one of those to defeat Vergil. It's possible to defeat him, even if she does not manage it today. Not that Mizu's given up. Far from it, the desire to defeat Vergil thrums through her with each beat of her heart.
Mizu attacks with the intention of using his reactions or attacks to move behind him and strangle him. It would go too far to try to break his neck.
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She's been in hand to hand combat before, usually with stronger men than she even if they aren't as strong as Vergil, but they too have been swordsmen and think like them. She's gotten the better of them. Vergil is better, not relying solely on his strength or his healing to get his way, though he used that strength to an irritating point with beautiful technique just now. It could have come earlier. It could come any time.
Mizu wipes one hand across her face and pulls her kimono into place. Oh, she doesn't need to be tidy, but she doesn't want to reveal the bandages across her chest. Vergil might not take its meaning correctly. Instead he could stop the fight because he thinks she's still healing, but in time, if it comes up enough times, he might figure it out. Let him think she cares about her appearance, as she considers how best to attack him.
Her posture returns to a relaxed and ready position. Mizu stares at and into Vergil with the same intensity as the start of a duel. Move and counterattack predicted. An adjustment in her stance. Again. And again. And again. It plays out far more times in her head than between them. Generally not in her favor. To a fault, once fighting, Mizu is not content to sit back and let her opponent come to her. However, she manages to mentally reset. The start of a new fight. Her hands itch for a blade, a wire, something, but she refuses the idea that she must have one of those to defeat Vergil. It's possible to defeat him, even if she does not manage it today. Not that Mizu's given up. Far from it, the desire to defeat Vergil thrums through her with each beat of her heart.
Mizu attacks with the intention of using his reactions or attacks to move behind him and strangle him. It would go too far to try to break his neck.