Though Mizu meant to use Vergil to block the worst of the blast from her, she cannot fault him for grabbing her and holding her close. She's survived it before, and she can survive it again. Probably. At least the explosion isn't happening within a contained space. Plus the fall is not nearly as far. Mizu prepares for the consequences—it was her choice to risk them—when suddenly she flies through the air. There's little time to stare at Vergil, less to ask him why, when the double comes for her. She readies herself to continue the fight, but again, no, it's anything but.
In the end, Mizu cannot see the explosion itself or what happens to Vergil. Her view is blocked, and Mizu struggles against the thing that looks like Vergil but isn't to do so. It doesn't work. They land, and it sets her down with gentleness she doesn't deserve. Mizu would demand answers of it except it disappears. Mizu's heart thumps hard in her chest. Did she get it wrong? Did she kill Vergil? Cross the single line they agreed not to cross, the line it's felt impossible for her to cross with what she's currently capable of. She did not strike it into his head or neck, for concern that might go too far, or use the wire she carries to try to decapitate him. Reasonable limits, Mizu thought.
Walking hurts, both because of the wound to her foot and the fresh slice into her flesh. It matters not at all. With her weapon to stabilize her, she moves quickly around the building they were just atop. Vergil did not land back in the street with her, so he must be somewhere else. She cannot easily reach the top, so she first will check the entire perimeter. Something releases in her when she sees him breathing. Little as Mizu generally cares about honor or lying to others, she's glad she hasn't made so much a mistake that Vergil pays for. He looks worse than she expected. In another moment, he straightens and looks much better, though Mizu cannot tell if that is his healing or his pride.
Other minor injuries remain, something Mizu expects of most people but not of Vergil. It should be a thrill of success, a mark of progress to wound him enough that something sticks. Though Mizu marks the knowledge, the way she remembers everything that could help her, she would call the fight there if—
A pleased smile crosses Mizu's face at his words, so similar to her own time and time again. Mizu returns her sword to its state and wraps herself in her steel guards, a quick movement despite the pain. "As can I," Mizu assures him.
Not that she used the break, the pause, to heal. Her mind was nothing close to calm. With the same respect she expects from him when she says those words, Mizu shrugs back her shoulders, returns to a good stance, and flies forward. Curiosity as well drives her. She returns to the technique of attacks of attrition, those designed to wound and to slow him down. Before, they'd do nothing, but Mizu needs to know whether that is still the case.
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In the end, Mizu cannot see the explosion itself or what happens to Vergil. Her view is blocked, and Mizu struggles against the thing that looks like Vergil but isn't to do so. It doesn't work. They land, and it sets her down with gentleness she doesn't deserve. Mizu would demand answers of it except it disappears. Mizu's heart thumps hard in her chest. Did she get it wrong? Did she kill Vergil? Cross the single line they agreed not to cross, the line it's felt impossible for her to cross with what she's currently capable of. She did not strike it into his head or neck, for concern that might go too far, or use the wire she carries to try to decapitate him. Reasonable limits, Mizu thought.
Walking hurts, both because of the wound to her foot and the fresh slice into her flesh. It matters not at all. With her weapon to stabilize her, she moves quickly around the building they were just atop. Vergil did not land back in the street with her, so he must be somewhere else. She cannot easily reach the top, so she first will check the entire perimeter. Something releases in her when she sees him breathing. Little as Mizu generally cares about honor or lying to others, she's glad she hasn't made so much a mistake that Vergil pays for. He looks worse than she expected. In another moment, he straightens and looks much better, though Mizu cannot tell if that is his healing or his pride.
Other minor injuries remain, something Mizu expects of most people but not of Vergil. It should be a thrill of success, a mark of progress to wound him enough that something sticks. Though Mizu marks the knowledge, the way she remembers everything that could help her, she would call the fight there if—
A pleased smile crosses Mizu's face at his words, so similar to her own time and time again. Mizu returns her sword to its state and wraps herself in her steel guards, a quick movement despite the pain. "As can I," Mizu assures him.
Not that she used the break, the pause, to heal. Her mind was nothing close to calm. With the same respect she expects from him when she says those words, Mizu shrugs back her shoulders, returns to a good stance, and flies forward. Curiosity as well drives her. She returns to the technique of attacks of attrition, those designed to wound and to slow him down. Before, they'd do nothing, but Mizu needs to know whether that is still the case.