There's no give to Mizu's attacks against Vergil, as he has plenty of advantages that any amount of time provides him the opportunity to use. In this environment, just the two of them, Mizu limits that as she can. As she can being the key word. Mizu growls at Vergil as their blades bend downward. He's not the first to use increased strength against her, and she's not so stubborn as to try to push his sword back up now they've started to go down. No, she needs a freed blade and to have it soon again at hand.
It's not graceful. Mizu moves to fling her sword backward. First, the tip travels between the gap of two stones. Vergil forces the breath out of her chest, and that movement speeds the sword with greater force. It releases from her hand and embeds into the wall of the building behind her. That leaves it stuck farther away from Vergil, but that's not what Mizu meant to do. Nor the first time her sword's gotten stuck somewhere. No time for frustration, however.
Bare handed, Mizu throws herself to the side, rolling and dodging away from the forest of blades. Even the castle she invaded didn't go to the expense of making so many swords and rods come out of the walls and ceilings, but those would have to be made, not summoned at their convenience. Quick to return to a standing position, Mizu blocks the follow up attack with her wrist. The sword slices through her sleeve, but it comes up against solid steel, not muscle and bone, beneath it. Yet Mizu wishes to hold that contest of strength even less than that with swords. She moves past Vergil, running right toward the wall, to spring up it, compress, and shoot back across the alley toward her sword. Which, supposing she gets it, allows her to return to balance and even attack.
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It's not graceful. Mizu moves to fling her sword backward. First, the tip travels between the gap of two stones. Vergil forces the breath out of her chest, and that movement speeds the sword with greater force. It releases from her hand and embeds into the wall of the building behind her. That leaves it stuck farther away from Vergil, but that's not what Mizu meant to do. Nor the first time her sword's gotten stuck somewhere. No time for frustration, however.
Bare handed, Mizu throws herself to the side, rolling and dodging away from the forest of blades. Even the castle she invaded didn't go to the expense of making so many swords and rods come out of the walls and ceilings, but those would have to be made, not summoned at their convenience. Quick to return to a standing position, Mizu blocks the follow up attack with her wrist. The sword slices through her sleeve, but it comes up against solid steel, not muscle and bone, beneath it. Yet Mizu wishes to hold that contest of strength even less than that with swords. She moves past Vergil, running right toward the wall, to spring up it, compress, and shoot back across the alley toward her sword. Which, supposing she gets it, allows her to return to balance and even attack.