They separate again, a natural pause in the flow and rhythm of their fight, as the flakes begin to fall. Vergil glances skyward at the sudden precipitation, brow furrowing in curiosity. He doesn't need to have any sort of ability to sense that the snow isn't remotely natural. But rather than ruminating on the relatively inoffensive snowfall (the individual flakes sting a bit against his cuts and scrapes, but there is something soothing about the cooler air against his bruise), Vergil sheds his ruined coat and tosses it aside. His shirt and vest are not holding up much better technically speaking. They bear the same slashes in their fabrics as the coat, but there's far less for Mizu to potential grab hold of with those relative to his coat by now. Vergil isn't bothered by the chill brought about by the snow either, the flakes landing and melting on his bare arms as he readies himself into position.
He's impressed with Mizu. Consistently, he's impressed with Mizu. It's almost enough to make Vergil wonder if perhaps even with his improved appreciation for humans if perhaps he is still a little too harsh on his opinions. But that's unlikely the case, he thinks. Mizu is just simply...remarkable. He pushes through pain. He maintains technique and form far beyond what should be reasonable. Perhaps really the only criticism Vergil can offer is in his willingness to throw his life away in pursuit of his goal. It would be more than a little hypocritical, of course, with everything that Vergil had once discarded for the sake of power, but it doesn't make it any less true. Vergil has seen it time and time again. Technique eventually frays giving way to a more base, animalistic instinct. As though killing Vergil bears the same importance as each breath he draws for his continued existence. He bleeds and bleeds and bleeds, and no drop of it seems to serve a discouragement or a push to yield for Mizu.
So, he's remarkable. But he's a remarkable fool.
Vergil's side isn't as tender by the time Mizu attempts to exploit it for his gain. There's no loss of control or form, nor any attempt to retreat and withdraw, but it's one of the rare times that Vergil makes a sound when struck by Mizu. He grits his teeth hard, jaw clenched as he tries to suppress the noise. He's successful insomuch that it does not carry far beyond them, but Mizu will have surely heard it regardless of his efforts. He strikes back not with Mirage Edge, but with his fist to Mizu's jaw to knock him back. It's not hard to see why as Vergil wants the space as he summons swords around Mizu. They spin around the other swordsman much like the spiral Vergil tends to summon to make space for himself. But rather than pointing outward in a protective formation as they would when circling Vergil, they point toward Mizu. They'll only hover a moment before Vergil wills them to stop and converge upon the center point that Mizu happens to occupy. Whether they pierce their target or Mizu is successful in deflecting them all and breaking them before they strike, Vergil leaps at him with an overhead swing to follow up.
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He's impressed with Mizu. Consistently, he's impressed with Mizu. It's almost enough to make Vergil wonder if perhaps even with his improved appreciation for humans if perhaps he is still a little too harsh on his opinions. But that's unlikely the case, he thinks. Mizu is just simply...remarkable. He pushes through pain. He maintains technique and form far beyond what should be reasonable. Perhaps really the only criticism Vergil can offer is in his willingness to throw his life away in pursuit of his goal. It would be more than a little hypocritical, of course, with everything that Vergil had once discarded for the sake of power, but it doesn't make it any less true. Vergil has seen it time and time again. Technique eventually frays giving way to a more base, animalistic instinct. As though killing Vergil bears the same importance as each breath he draws for his continued existence. He bleeds and bleeds and bleeds, and no drop of it seems to serve a discouragement or a push to yield for Mizu.
So, he's remarkable. But he's a remarkable fool.
Vergil's side isn't as tender by the time Mizu attempts to exploit it for his gain. There's no loss of control or form, nor any attempt to retreat and withdraw, but it's one of the rare times that Vergil makes a sound when struck by Mizu. He grits his teeth hard, jaw clenched as he tries to suppress the noise. He's successful insomuch that it does not carry far beyond them, but Mizu will have surely heard it regardless of his efforts. He strikes back not with Mirage Edge, but with his fist to Mizu's jaw to knock him back. It's not hard to see why as Vergil wants the space as he summons swords around Mizu. They spin around the other swordsman much like the spiral Vergil tends to summon to make space for himself. But rather than pointing outward in a protective formation as they would when circling Vergil, they point toward Mizu. They'll only hover a moment before Vergil wills them to stop and converge upon the center point that Mizu happens to occupy. Whether they pierce their target or Mizu is successful in deflecting them all and breaking them before they strike, Vergil leaps at him with an overhead swing to follow up.