Vergil jerks his head back when Mizu attempts to headbutt him. It leaves him just distracted enough that the first kick manages to land. While there is no version of a kick to the groin that would ever feel comfortable, their proximity prevents too much power from being built up into that kick that he doesn't drop immediately and is able to keep enough of his wits about him to twist his hips in such a way that subsequent kicks land on his hip and upper thigh. The less painful way would be to simply evade the follow up kicks, but Vergil doesn't want to relent the space between them if he can help it. Thus, the most he can do is grunt and endure. But it may have been the wiser choice to relent the space in the end. Mizu's fingers twist in Vergil's hair, pulling at his scalp just a moment before Mizu sends them both tumbling to the floor.
The weight of them both going down to the floor so abruptly causes a few things around Vergil's apartment to rattle slightly. But nothing falls from its place. Not yet, in any case. It's not as though the pair of them are simply still after their fall. Mizu starts to adjust his position atop Vergil.
Last time Vergil found himself on his back beneath Mizu, it had been a surprise. There had been no real time to think as they went from swordplay to grappling in an instant, and Mizu became more immediately erratic. But this time, he's a little more prepared. Still hard any time to think, but prepared to find himself in this position. He still has a firm hold on Mizu's wrist between them even if the angle is a touch more awkward now. It gives him a leverage point, however, and he pushes up on Mizu to sidle out from beneath him and attempt to flip Mizu over onto his stomach. Regardless of whether or not that's how Mizu ends up on the floor, they're soon a tangle of limbs as Vergil looks to pin Mizu to the floor and Mizu undoubtedly fights back. But it's here where Vergil's size and weight become much more of a problem rather than when they were standing and exchanging strikes. Vergil isn't shy about pressing himself into Mizu to start wresting control over their position over further and further into his control, and he doesn't intend on relenting until he has a firm hold on Mizu regardless of whatever tactics the other intends to use.
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The weight of them both going down to the floor so abruptly causes a few things around Vergil's apartment to rattle slightly. But nothing falls from its place. Not yet, in any case. It's not as though the pair of them are simply still after their fall. Mizu starts to adjust his position atop Vergil.
Last time Vergil found himself on his back beneath Mizu, it had been a surprise. There had been no real time to think as they went from swordplay to grappling in an instant, and Mizu became more immediately erratic. But this time, he's a little more prepared. Still hard any time to think, but prepared to find himself in this position. He still has a firm hold on Mizu's wrist between them even if the angle is a touch more awkward now. It gives him a leverage point, however, and he pushes up on Mizu to sidle out from beneath him and attempt to flip Mizu over onto his stomach. Regardless of whether or not that's how Mizu ends up on the floor, they're soon a tangle of limbs as Vergil looks to pin Mizu to the floor and Mizu undoubtedly fights back. But it's here where Vergil's size and weight become much more of a problem rather than when they were standing and exchanging strikes. Vergil isn't shy about pressing himself into Mizu to start wresting control over their position over further and further into his control, and he doesn't intend on relenting until he has a firm hold on Mizu regardless of whatever tactics the other intends to use.