A giggle can be heard from the floor, as the Black Blood that had spread into a puddle around Gilgamesh's feet suddenly surges upwards. Thick tendrils for rapidly spinning drills, drilling through Gilgamesh's golden armor with ease and digging into the soft flesh beneath. Mia laughs, as that very same Black Blood lifts her off the ground, and places her back on her feet. The dagger is in her hand, and she licks it's edge admiringly. "Did you really think that would work? The heart's only purpose is to transport blood around the body, which is easily within the capabilities of the Black Blood."
In truth, the blow had shocked Mia. She had been able to counter every weapon Gilgamesh had pulled out of his portal with relative ease, moving the weapons aside and shattering Enkidu's chains. Each of his tricks had been countered, and while she had survived the strike of dagger, she hadn't been able to block it. The only reason she was still breathing was because her Black blood had saved her, it had been a risk. This time, instead of rushing in madly, Mia breathes, moving into stance, remembering the many martial arts lessons she had gotten from her mother before she'd died.