Mizuki combs her hand through her hair, letting out a deep sigh as she prepares herself for the absolute worst performance she may be able to give. It's not because she wants to or because she's lost the drive for it but because the realistic possibility of her winning against anyone of a capability higher than herself is diminishing with each passing moment she's left with the immense pain in her limbs.
Mizuki's fingers curl against the ground and she tries her hardest to pay attention to Gaia, looping in her mind repeatedly that it's only a few minutes more till her pain's over and she can rest. If she wants to do something magical, it's going to take a lot more than what she can manage now.
