Mizu raises an eyebrow. She's not sure what to make of Nero's refusal to fight her like she fights a demon. It's not to the death, that's the rule, and she knows—with only a little bristling from time to time—that Vergil holds back while sparring her. In the end, she will see what Nero means, and Nero will learn either to hold back less or get his ass handed to him. Vergil requested Mizu fight him like he stands between her and her revenge, and she obliges him on that front. Perhaps Nero will not like how she spars, but Mizu will not change who she is for him. If he will not spar her again, he will not spar her again.

Though she'll take care not to cut off any limbs. That's just rude given Vergil's already done that. It may not be in the rule she set, but Mizu's not a complete ass.

Her attention focuses on what Nero shares about the transformation. Doesn't last forever. That's certainly good to know. Not that most of her time sparring Vergil has him in that form, but she's stabbed him before, so yes she knows that's possible the rest of the time. Mizu grins.

"Push him hard enough to use it and wear him out," Mizu muses. Doable. Just as useful against Nero or Dante as Vergil, though she suspects from what she's heard of the other men that Vergil is the best at it. Honestly, sparring any of them is good practice for sparring the others. "No one's unbeatable, as you have all proven to each other."