Mizu doesn't mean to wind up in the desert at all, much less with Vergil. The cold is the better environment for her, so the idea, when she'd seen him on the train, had been to head into Exile. It was the next stop, and she didn't want to be so rude to other passengers as to spar on the train itself. However, the environment seems to have other ideas. Cruel Summer in the summer it is. Thankfully, it leads to a series of abandoned buildings not too slowly. Mizu steps inside one and holds the door open for Vergil. If it's some kind of trial to separate them, it won't work.

"This'll do," Mizu says plainly. It will be the first time they spar with her new sword. She's ready to go and takes up a decent position, sword not yet drawn. Her attention goes to behind Vergil, and in a quick motion, she draws her sword, still sheathed, and accelerates past him to slam it into a ghost aiming for his back with unfriendly intentions, if she had to guess. Possibly, it aimed for her, and Vergil was only in the way. Mizu isn't sure.

What's for certain is that it draws the attention of other ghosts. Mizu groans, annoyed. "Get your own sparring partners."