Mizu closes her eyes and holds tightly to Vergil's arm. Though she begins with her torso close, nearly hugging his arm to her chest, by the end she's horizontal perpendicular to Vergil's torso and her arm long and straight. It tears at all her wounds, and Mizu's more impressed she kept a hold of her sword than anything else. She looks at Vergil as her feet return to the ground. The features are familiar, if new to the flesh. So that's a demon. Vergil's sort of demon at least.

The fact he gets an additional limb in the form of a tail is absolutely unfair. The name of the game the whole time they've sparred, however, so sure. Of course it's Vergil. Mizu bets that new skin is tougher than before. Harder to pierce or slash. Her job's never been easy, and she wouldn't enjoy fighting Vergil if it were.

Unfortunately, while Vergil's grown stronger and faster, Mizu's strength quavers. Her wounds are numerous, and the blood loss makes it harder to stay on her feet. Her stubbornness carries her far, but her attacks are weaker, her movements sluggish, and her vision going dark around the edges. Still, he'll have to remove her sword and prove his win to get it.