The plaza that Miyako was fighting in had been thoroughly destroyed over the course of this battle, smashed by fist or by weapon, or even by the high speed impacts of bodies against surfaces that shattered them in the process. At least the area was clear of civilians now, which prevented more deaths, but windows had been shattered, walls wrecked, and the ground cratered from missed blows, a flurry of explosive destruction that was definitely a first for the magical girl.

Still, the fight raged without abandon, the Primordial not slowing down or deterred by any strikes that Miyako might land, while the magical girl had shifted to the defensive. She had no special powers to draw on, and she couldn't use her weapon to it's full functionality due to the fact that trying to fight with one weapon in each hand would make her unable to block, at least against punches that were this powerful. She wasn't sure how the others were handling things, bur hopefully they were having as hard a time as she was. 

Another leap took her out of the way of a punch as the remains of a table were shattered into so much woodchips and sawdust, definitely no longer usable. She took the moment to attack then, swordstaff spinning as she lashed out with a swift kick aimed at the dark creature. It hit, which she was glad for, but it didn't seem to do anything to phase the Primordial, as if it could just soak up all the damage she dealt. And it had thus far, which made this all the more distressing. She'd need to do a fatal strike before she was overwhelmed, and fast. Already she could tell she was starting to grow close to her limit. 

Still, she was not going to lose or fall here, not if she had a say in the matter. She spun about, chucking items at the Primordial and using the opening as it swatted them aside to try and get behind it, so that she would have the freedom to maneuver and attack. So she did, striking with blistering fury and cold determination in a rapid trio of blows that at least gave the thing pause. But she botched the retreat, and it took the opportunity to hit her back.

"Aaagh!" Miyako cried out as she smashed clean through a bench, feeling the wood splinters lodged in her skin, irritating the wounds and making healing that much more of a hassle. It was a good thing she was the best magical girl out there, or she would have had real trouble right about now. But she wasn't, so she managed to keep going in spite of that. 

Quickly recovering, she charged forward again, determined to end this. But rather than meet the countering punch, she instead ducked beneath it in a slide, letting her sword rise up to gouge at the bottom of the Primordial's arm, earning a roar of pain from the beast as black ichor sprayed and tainted the ground. That only seemed to enrage it further though, and it swung about to strike her further. She wasn't hit, but her weapon was sent spinning instead. "Tech, great," she grumbled as she rolled out of the way, dashing for it, only for the Primordial to get between her and it.

At the same time she felt the change in signature from further afield, indicating that something was up. But she didn't have the time for that, had to focus on the opponent at hand. If she let it then this thing would punch her into next week, not exactly the option she was looking forward to. But she would persevere, one way or another. She just had to find a way.