It reminds her of Jupiter: that force, that physical strength. But what comes from Reach is not lightning.

The soldier of mankind and war. Mercury knows enough of that world to understand it: the war for mankind's very fate, and the soldier who's fought since the beginning and will fight to the end.

She falls behind, with her shorter stature and lesser speed. It doesn't matter. There's plenty for both of them, and these are not opponents that matter. Just low-level nothings. The energy of her sword hums to life, and cuts at the youma.

Its form is strong, she'll give it that; even this has trouble piercing whatever type of material that armor has become.