Vergil was going to suggest Mizu remove his glasses if he hadn't already made the decision to do so himself. Although he notices just how strikingly blue Mizu's eyes are without the tint of the lenses—more akin to ice than the near-grayness of his own eyes—Vergil doesn't make any sort of comment about them nor does he otherwise gawk.
"Not always, no," Vergil replies as Mizu begins wrapping his hands. "The filth in the demon world aren't usually intelligent enough to merit that sort of effort."
A good portion of the demons one would face there are little more than beasts themselves. Their decisions are based on instinct more than careful decision-making. If they appear to be acting upon orders, it's like an illusion crafted by a more intelligent demon who understands their nature and instincts. The situation has most certainly been manipulated in those circumstances. The rest that one might commonly run into are only just barely intelligent enough to follow orders as the rank and file of a would-be army. But regardless of whether it's instinct or orders, Yamato has always dispatched them quickly with little need for Vergil's skills even when presenting themselves in numbers against him.
"But I am not the only one who would be a hazard to the structural integrity of the building with a blade in my hand." Mizu may not have the ability to summon blades or a clone of himself to fight in his stead, but raw power like that wasn't always indicative of how damage one could do. That burning fire in Mizu did plenty on its own from what Vergil had already seen with how he ultimately lost a bit of his control. Vergil rolls his shoulders as Mizu steps back into the training area. "Last time, I'll admit, you surprised me. I wasn't anticipating a brawl. But surprising me isn't the same as impressing me. I want to know if you can do better than that."
Unlike the last time they fought, Vergil doesn't merely stand there. This time he adopts a stance. Vergil turns himself slightly, positioning one leg behind and bringing the fist on the same side just below his chin while the other hovers around his waist.
"I know you don't particularly care about that though. I'm not a fool. I know my curiosity is for my own satisfaction. So, consider this an opportunity to learn and train."
It's not said with the sort of arrogance most might have and even Vergil could easily be accused of using frequently. Instead, it's an acknowledgment of what Mizu has mentioned before of watching how others fight and learning what he can from it. Vergil's certain there's something Mizu can learn today in the absence of a weapon and needing to rely upon his own body as a weapon if what happened last time was any indication. And unlike Mizu, Vergil has trained himself to fight just as well with his fists and feet even if his preference will always be with a sword in his hand.
"I won't hit you with the entirety of my strength." Vergil doesn't say this to condescend. Mizu's felt a bit of Vergil's strength the last time when he was able to fling the other swordsman with little effort on his part. If he were to strike Mizu with all his might, their sparring would be over in a single blow. Even if he managed to somehow not kill Mizu, at the very least, the other man would be out cold in an instant. He trusts Mizu to understand that, which is why he offers no clarification. "You are free to do as you wish."
It's not as though Vergil bruises easily or that he's an easy target to hit even in close quarters.
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"Not always, no," Vergil replies as Mizu begins wrapping his hands. "The filth in the demon world aren't usually intelligent enough to merit that sort of effort."
A good portion of the demons one would face there are little more than beasts themselves. Their decisions are based on instinct more than careful decision-making. If they appear to be acting upon orders, it's like an illusion crafted by a more intelligent demon who understands their nature and instincts. The situation has most certainly been manipulated in those circumstances. The rest that one might commonly run into are only just barely intelligent enough to follow orders as the rank and file of a would-be army. But regardless of whether it's instinct or orders, Yamato has always dispatched them quickly with little need for Vergil's skills even when presenting themselves in numbers against him.
"But I am not the only one who would be a hazard to the structural integrity of the building with a blade in my hand." Mizu may not have the ability to summon blades or a clone of himself to fight in his stead, but raw power like that wasn't always indicative of how damage one could do. That burning fire in Mizu did plenty on its own from what Vergil had already seen with how he ultimately lost a bit of his control. Vergil rolls his shoulders as Mizu steps back into the training area. "Last time, I'll admit, you surprised me. I wasn't anticipating a brawl. But surprising me isn't the same as impressing me. I want to know if you can do better than that."
Unlike the last time they fought, Vergil doesn't merely stand there. This time he adopts a stance. Vergil turns himself slightly, positioning one leg behind and bringing the fist on the same side just below his chin while the other hovers around his waist.
"I know you don't particularly care about that though. I'm not a fool. I know my curiosity is for my own satisfaction. So, consider this an opportunity to learn and train."
It's not said with the sort of arrogance most might have and even Vergil could easily be accused of using frequently. Instead, it's an acknowledgment of what Mizu has mentioned before of watching how others fight and learning what he can from it. Vergil's certain there's something Mizu can learn today in the absence of a weapon and needing to rely upon his own body as a weapon if what happened last time was any indication. And unlike Mizu, Vergil has trained himself to fight just as well with his fists and feet even if his preference will always be with a sword in his hand.
"I won't hit you with the entirety of my strength." Vergil doesn't say this to condescend. Mizu's felt a bit of Vergil's strength the last time when he was able to fling the other swordsman with little effort on his part. If he were to strike Mizu with all his might, their sparring would be over in a single blow. Even if he managed to somehow not kill Mizu, at the very least, the other man would be out cold in an instant. He trusts Mizu to understand that, which is why he offers no clarification. "You are free to do as you wish."
It's not as though Vergil bruises easily or that he's an easy target to hit even in close quarters.