Thomas
It was just becoming night, the twilight of the evening finally coming to a close. Nue sat on the railing between the walkway of the bridge and the water below. Her current appearance was that of an office worker. Nothing special, just some man with ordinarily brushed straight hair with a suit and tie. There was hardly a notable thing about him, other than the fact he was sitting on the edge of the railing with his feet dangling off the side, lightly kicking childishly. The night sky was rather plain with the light pollution around her. However the sight of the city beyond the water was breathtaking. The way the buildings in the distance lit up twinkled in the distance. It was nice enough for her to ponder recent events. There had been a lot of people she had met, a number of which look like they might tug her path in opposite directions. "Which way should I go..?" She wondered aloud with a sigh.
Harold
Even after a few days, Mistral was still feeling the stress of the situation that happened on the 26th. As she walked forth, she felt a bit more tense as she usually did, walking upon the other side of the bridge. Did she doom herself to more suffering in the end with what she did? She was having a hard time separating herself from the incident. Even Vincent, her butler, was worried about her. Despite his words of advice, she still couldn't help herself. She took a moment to breathe, leaning against the side of the bridge, staring into the waters below... She knew she had to move on from this. It was another day, and what would come forth would come forth.

While she was having these thoughts, she could not help but notice from afar. There was man on the bridge railing...? She felt as if she was delusional for a moment, so she rubbed her eyes, before widening them.. 
THERE WAS A MAN ON THE SIDE OF THE BRIDGE?! She couldn't help but fear for his life, not thinking twice about his leniency about being there. What if a gust of wind pushed him off? Maybe a villian, who was feeling especially evil today would make his last moments there..?! She rushed over as fast as she could, using her cryogenesis to form ice upon her soles, skating along the bridge, to grab him. She'd kick down violently as she did, shattering the ice, before attempting to tug him back off the bridge.

"I'm not letting a man die in front of me! No! You stay away from that bridgeside...!"
Clearly, this man scared the living daylights out of her, even behind a strange ice mask. She was breathing heavily as she closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself down. She didn't know what this man was attempting this for, but knowing that she would need to attempt to calm him down only worried her further...
Thomas
The man turned to Mistral, confused for a moment. Only to see her rapidly approaching with a line of ice. After a brief double take his expression shifted to surprise. He jumped up iver this random cape's attempt at a grab. He was now standing on the railing facing her: an even more precarious than what he was doing before. He pointed at Mistral, now suddenly seeming smug, "Ha! That will teach you to—" But cut himself off mid sentence, now more confused by the cape. His demeanor shrank a little bit as he leaned forward, as a reaction to what Mistral blurted out, still balancing on the railing. "What? Oh, you're trying to stop me. Well you oughta be more careful now." He leaned back a bit. Enough to make a show of losing his balance, "Woah! Woooahh!"
Harold
At first, Mistral was utterly confused. The man seemed to have balls and impeccable balance upon the rail. Perhaps she underestimated him... She was taken aback by him calling her out, her rather large ears flattening a little bit. Confused and stunned she tried to process what was going on, but it was a bit too late.

As soon he looked like he was losing his balance, she'd gasp, and hop up on the railing herself. She'd attempt to rush cryogenesis underneath where he was about to fall in a bowl like fashion, hoping to break his landing instead of his neck. She'd scold this man, her posh tones really coming out.
"My word, did I not tell you to stay away from the bridgeside you brazen dolt?! I'm attempting to save your life!"

She was beginning to question what this man's true goal was. He seemed to be having a fun time with this, despite playing with life and death... Was he truly a simple ordinary citizen? Her eyes narrowed at him, all the same.
Thomas
While the man continued to feign losing his balance, he took a glance back to see the bowl appear just under him. More importantly, the other cape joined him on the railing. He suddenly leaned forward towards her with an arm outstretched, set on grabbing her like she had tried to do with him. "Then join me." He spoke in a low tone under a devious grin. He would attempt to take her down with him as he fell back into the bowl that Mistral had just constructed below them.
Harold
As he grabbed her, he may notice that she had an armored costume, which wasn't too apparent due to the cottony and loose look of the outfit. Whoever this lady was, she was no poor person, or at least had connections. He would grab her and drag her back into the bowl. However, this would also prove to be a fatal mistake...

As the two went into the bowl, everything seemed fine at first. However, unable to get up due to the way they were in the ice bowl, they started to hear something cracking... The bowl underneath them. It was thanks to the extra weight of Mistral's armored costume. All they could hear before the two started to fall, was Mistral sighing aggressively, and saying...
"You, BLOODY idIIIIII*Shriek*—!!!!"

Mistral fell with a large shriek as she started falling. She would use cryogenesis in order to form ice upon her body, and would attempt to yank herself to a stop using cryokinesis. She would barely be able to save herself, halting herself completely about two feet above the waters surface. She was breathing heavily as she stared up into the sky. At this point, Mistral had completely lost all train of thought...
Thomas
The man just gave Mistral an odd look, as if he was satisfied with what occurred. "If you're not careful, you—" Before he could finish that thought, the ice cracked under the two's weight and they both began to fall towards the water below. 
"Hiiii-yahahahaha!" He laughed hysterically as he fell, harmonizing with Mistral's scream. 

The man looked down below. The water was choppy and the waves seemed to be uneven. A fall from this height into the water would kill any ordinary human. Fortunately falling from here couldn't kill Nue. In the spot they were falling, the long shadow of the bridge was ever present, and approaching rapidly. The man relaxed in the last few moments, glancing over at Mistral just before seemingly hitting the water and disappearing without so much as a splash.

In reality, Nue had doven into the shadow of the bridge just as she was about to make contact with the water. It was close, incredibly close to the fate that would have been dealt to anyone else, but instead she was within the shadow of the bridge, merged within it and looking up at Mistral and her floating ice.
Harold
After a few more moments of breathing, she would slowly fly herself over to the shoreline. She would land, the ice upon her shattering as she did so. She kneeled upon the ground, and continued to shake, starting to gag a little bit, but holding it in. She then slightly moved the mask away from her mouth to breath better, keeping her other hand on the ground. With all that happened as of late, she was beginning to wonder if this life was truly for her... 

It was only then that she finally thought about something. She put her mask back on and looked to the waters to find where that man went. She couldn't find anything there. She looked up to the side of the bridge. Maybe she was delusional? No, there was no one up there... She began to look confused. She would at least have seen a body if that man didn't make it... She know what she just experienced was real.

She begun to feel as if maybe she was duped. She couldn't be for certain, however. She started to call out into the waters, and along the shoreline...
"Sir, are you fine? Please respond!"
She couldn't keep her voice stable. She was still at a loss of breath from the wild ride, after all. But surely, he would answer from that...
Thomas
Traveling on the shadow of the bridge along the surface, Nue kept up with Mistral, making sure that she was relatively below her, as once they made it to the shoreline she would shift into her ice covered shadow. With the shattering of the ice she would jump to the core, the shadow of herself. She waited a little bit, letting the sense of dread set in. Watching the cape's internal struggle with a restrained glee.

With the desperate call to the water's Nue figured it was time to speak up. Any further and she might waste all night here. Which would be funny on its own, but she could make this more than a random search party.
"That man is already dead." Mistral's own voice spoke from just behind her. Though if she were to look there wouldn't be anyone there.
"There's no chance he could have survived. By the time you pulled yourself to shore, he would have drowned a number of times over. You... Really suck at rescuing people, don't you?" 
The voice that had started out serious when referring to the man suddenly turned its tone into one that was mocking with its last statement.
Harold
She turned back to the voice, only to see nothing. She knew at this point she was losing it... Why is she imagining her own voice talking to her? However, it wasn't long before she came to a conclusion. That man, and now this voice. Someone was clearly testing her. She sat down upon the ground cross legged, and sighed.

"To be honest? Yes... If that man is already dead, it is no fault but my own. I'm rather useless, aren't I...?"
Clearly, this isn't the reaction she wanted. It was a much more negative one than any sort of scare. Mistral would soon put her hands in her face, still shaking. The hermit inside her was very much eating at her thought processes.
"I don't know who you are, but your words ring truer than most. You have every reason to mock me..."
Thomas
"So you agree with me. If you have no confidence in yourself then you don't deserve your power, let alone allow anyone to trust you as a hero." Her voice continued as if being a more reprimanding side of her.
"Your actions pushed the man to take action, and standing next to him allowed him to try to take you with him. It was good you were able to save yourself, but you were unable to take the extra step to save the life of another. If you can't take that step you may as well hang up your mask now."
Harold
"Its not that simple. Nothing's so simple in this world, and you should know that. You can see the real me, after all, can't you?"

She got up, and didn't look into the direction one bit. It seems she was on the hunt. She balled her fist, her voice erupting into a fit of anger. Yet, she seemed to keep quiet about it, keeping in a sort of hushed tone. 
"I am unfit, but this is the path I must go: the path of justice. I don't trust this world... I don't trust Vanguard, the government, and anyone who thinks the line between Heroes and Villians is concrete... And honestly... I don't trust you. I trust you less if you are myself. But riddle me this: if you really are my voice, and not the man who just fell off with me, explain why I am doing this, or show yourself!"

She seems to be pressuring the voice to come out. She didn't use any cryogenesis however. It seems she wanted to meet the voice face to face. She was erupting in tears, however. Stress had been building up from that simple incident from before, and she was taking it all out on this being who seemed to want to give her the spooks.
Thomas
"Alright, I'll hand it to you: you're more messed up than I thought. I mean, if you go against Vanguard, you're going to be going against the public opinion of what good is in the first place. If you do that, then you're really going down the path of a Villain. Do you even realize that? Regardless of good or evil it's public opinion that guides the line between hero and villain." The voice had a haughty tone not too dissimilar to the one that Mistral herself carried, as if copying her tone of voice.

"A man just died in front of you and you're using it as an opportunity for self pity. It's all about you, isn't it?" Maybe turning towards villainy would suit you more?"
The voice at least for the moment seemed to be ignoring the taunts towards it.
Harold
Mistral leered at the ground. She knew that this being was toying with her as of now. She decided not to play their game. She started to form ice using her cryogenesis in order to prepare for any incoming attack. Whoever this was, it was not their friend, and that was clear.

"..."
She was tempted to say something. However, knowing that this being was feasting upon her words, she decided it was a better option to stay quiet. Not until they show themselves at least. Even now, she wished to simply talk to them. This was simply a bait to have them come out of hiding. Villian or not, every person deserved equal treatment... She knew Vanguard was keeping the duty, but she realized that people are hiding in the shadows that were on a different path. Thus, she simply chose not to follow them. Why were these people so against the law and order? Maybe, she can begin to understand one of them by meeting them. She thought about it, and decided to say only one line.
"..Come out please. I do not mean to harm you, unless you attack first."
Thomas
The moment of silence passed and Nue felt a tinge of annoyance through her. Though watching Mistral tense up was enough of an answer to her. It was a small show of entertainment for her
"We can talk just fine like this. Looks like you're already getting ready to attack. What kind of moron do you take me for? Oh, right, I'm using your voice." The voice snickered. 
"Right. I guess I haven't really introduced myself. I'm a Gemini from Gemini Private Eyes. Someone wanted me to look into you. So I've been following you for a little while. But after what just happened I find it hard to just sit by and watch. So I'm here to ask you some questions directly. You know, before you get anyone else killed."
Harold
This all but confirmed her feelings. She still could only assume that this being was truly the man she attempted to save. It was simply too coincidental. It wasn't that Mistral was dumb... Mistral's faults came from a lack of experience. Even still, those words rung true in her head. If that was a real man, he would have been dead. It stung just a little, and it could be seen upon her face when she said the final sentence. She needed to be better...

She eased her cryogenesis, and broke the ice. She attempted to loosen herself up, but Nue could sense it still in her voice, potentially giving her an ease of entertainment.
"...As you know, I am Mistral. I am a lone Hero, rather then one by the standards of the populace. I'm what you could call a lone wolf in New London. Whatever questions you have, I am willing to answer... Though, I can't help but feel you are a little entertained by my disdain..."

Who was this private detective? How long has he been following her? Why have they been following her, a person with no visible outside life? All these thoughts swirled in her head, only making her a bit more tense. She wanted to use this opportunity to take a seat, yet, it'd be improper... She decided to ask.
"...Am I able to make a seat for myself, or would it cause you issues?"
Thomas
The voice echoed along Mistral's words with a mixture of surprise and derision. "Lone hero? Lone wolf!? Pff... Ha ha ha..." The voice sounded like it was trying, but failing miserably to hold back its laughter. 
"So what you're saying is that you have no one to back you up. You realize that saying all of that tough guy crap is spilling your weakness, don't you?"

"Look, I was just planning on watching you for a while to get your details, but heroes can only fuck up that badly like this once before they're labeled as an incompetent joke by society. So you better hope no one was watching. If you want to project feelings onto me then feel free if that'll help you cope with the thought of what the humans are going to feel about you if you actually go out there and act like this."

"Oh and take a seat if you want. Nothing you can do could cause me any issues. So, let's start out with the obvious: where do you live?"
Harold
Mistral would generate an icy chair behind herself, and take a seat. She was rather confused by the question of the detectives, but she would answer, nevertheless.
"That's a rather strange question to ask... Couldn't you find those records within the city as a detective?"
She pondered as she attempted to finally locate the voice. She looked about, hoping to see something.

"...Truthfully, I do not care how much I screw up, so long as I improve afterwards. Society is a harsh beast, after all. They judge upon what they see, and not what they hear.. Nor anything behind the scenes. I know this personally. I live to serve them, even if they don't appreciate me for what I am.
As for me being alone... Its something along those same lines. It's going to kick me in the arse one day, but I can't trust anyone. Hell, on my luck, the next person I trust may just end up being a villian... That's why everyone remains neutral to me. Even if they seem to want to gain my trust, I won't fully trust them, ever. But, I'll help those who help me, and will still go after certain situations..."
Thomas
The voice had started out behind Mistral, but if she had turned around she would find the voice coming from right in front of her despite there not being any apparent source for the voice to take. "What are you trying to say? I'm saying that the way you're flaunting things around is making it sound like you think like you're being *Cool* Or *Brooding,* Tch, maybe even *Ice cold,* But in reality you're really just saying you're all alone and there's nothing more sad than that."

A moment later the voice would be right on top of her, as if they were whispering directly into her ears. "And you'll care alright. Society won't even give you the chance to improve. They'll drain your blood and hang you. And don't give me that "Live to serve" Crap, you already let some poor human drown. Sure, your life as a monster may be more important than theirs, but to turn around and swear to protect them is just a lie isn't it?"

The voice shifted, now as if it was speaking at Mistral's right, with the same feeling of distance, as if the two were almost touching with how close the voice sounded. "That being said: I thought you didn't care about the line between hero and villain. Now it's suddenly a concern of yours that the next person you trust has that label. Keep everyone at arm's length and you'll find you won't be able to reach them if you need to stretch even a little."
Harold
The voice was starting to get to her once again. Despite her attempts to resist, she was slowly letting her worries buckle down upon her. After what's said and done, she couldn't take much more, truly showing how broken she was.

"What is up with you!? I haven't even met you before, yet you say all of this as if you knew me like the back of your hand! I... Appreciate the advice, but it's too much at once! I can't improve upon the fly like that..!!"

*She got up, and started backing up. She was tempted to flee, but she tried to stand her ground. That quickly failed as she kneeled down to the ground. She held herself together, holding her head*

"I... I don't know what I'm fighting for. I have no family to return home to, nor do I have anyone... I'm fighting for myself, in a world that won't reach back... But I have to find the right path. I can't crumble like this!!"
Thomas
"What I'm saying isn't even special to you. It's about how monsters are perceived by ordinary humans. And weren't you listening? I have been watching you for a little while now, but here you go again, making it all about yourself. If you can't 'improve on the fly' you'll end up dead sooner rather than later." The voice was condescending, until it paused as Nue took a moment to watch Mistral crumble onto her knees. 

It remained silent as it watched on as she broke down. Though part of her wanted to laugh, the longer this monster lingered in this broken state started to irritate her. "Stand up. You look pathetic. If this is the state you're going to default to then you should do yourself a favor and climb back onto the bridge and try again." The voice started to sound bitter. "You already know what the right path is. It's your nature deep within you. You'd be better off shutting up and following that with your actions. Hear that? If you have nothing left, you will always have your instincts, your nature, the very least you can do for yourself is to follow it. If you don't listen to it then you'll destroy yourself."
Harold
Even though she was lost in thought, she was listening very intently. She didn't realize how much she was making it about herself. She looked upon her hand before she balled her fist. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought to herself. Whoever of this was more in the right then she was. She sighed, before taking a deep breath. She spoke once more, upon standing up.

"Apologies... Its been a while since I've talked to someone like you. Brutually honest to a T. Your words are... Very revealing. I'll cooperate with you, detective, though afterwards, I'll be looking for that body. I doubt it ended up too far away.
 
I live nearby the Seabreeze Apartments, but I hide my tracks through the alleyways. My home has an entrance within a tiny alley that I use to exit and enter, since it completely evades the public eye. I train outside the city every day, and use the rest of the time to wander the city for any trouble. I like doing cases I see, rather then assigned ones."

She really wanted to meet this person face to face now. The detective could really help her out, if she just could meet them. But they seemed to have something eating at them... She couldn't figure out what it was. But was that her personal business? She... Wished she could help but it wasn't.
Thomas
There was something about this cape that suddenly seemed particularly irritating. As if all of the fun and joy Nue was previously having suddenly switched and turned into a deep frustration. The voice was actually silent for the entirety of the time it watched Mistral gather herself.
"By this point I honestly doubt you'll find the body before it washes up somewhere a week from now. At that point, who knows." 

The voice went quiet again as Mistral went on. Once she was done the voice remained quiet. It created a silence that would become uncomfortable even to Nue. 


"You weren't supposed to answer that question." 
It finally spoke up, no longer having the humor it had started with. 

It left that sentence there to linger for a little while longer afterwards. Hoping that Mistral herself could pick up on the ramifications of answering such a question in costume, which such detail no less.
Harold
She stared upon the ground after she finished off. It took her a moment to realize it before she chuckled. She could hear a slight tinge of nervousness in it, she knew she screwed up. Yet the words that came out were ever so interesting. 

"...I suppose, I'll have to just trust you then. It's only us two after all..."

She attempted to give a heartwarming smile afterwards, yet she knew the longer she talked right now, the deeper her troubles would be. It's good that it's only one person, but having them know was already stressing her out as much as she thought it would. She started walking, if the detective allowed it..

"I apologize. I really must be feeling ill today or something. The longer I've been in this situation the more I've kicked myself... Shall we try this again some other time...?"
*Again? Did Mistral already accept the consequences of her actions? Either way, she was clearly trying to hightail it...*
Thomas
"Yeah, don't tell people where you live, especially not while in costume." At this point the voice seemed genuinely concerned.
It noticed Mistral backing up, "Running away?" The voice spoke up from just behind her head. It seemed to get a little bit of its more jovial tone back after the moment of silence, but still had a tinge of edge to it. 

"Okay Mistral, I need you to do me a favor before you go. You can create and control ice, right? That display you just gave me was so pathetic that I feel like I can't let you go if you're going to break down so quickly and get yourself killed before you even make it home. Can you create an ice sword? I need to know if you have the capability of using your ability in a way in which you can defend yourself. So, please show me you can create an ice sword?"
Harold
She stopped and turned around to where she had talked to whatever was talking to her. She already gave the voice a lot more then they bargained for, but unlike everything else, this seemed relatively harmless. It wasn't exactly an ice sword she gave however... She pulled out her two chakrams from behind her cape. 

"I am more capable of defending myself then I am my emotional state. As I said, I train daily... Its to quell those violent urges of my power, rather then resorting it upon other people. I apologize for worrying you like that. It was improper of me as a Hero to lay my worries upon someone I just met."

As she finished off, she turned away once more. She had paused for a fleeting moment, looking around one last time to hopefully try to find that voice of nowhere. To no avail, she looks disappointed to not ease that nagging urge. She wiped her frown off her face quickly, however. It was about time she headed out. Though, she couldn't help but ask one more question...
"...In case we meet again... Could I have a name?"
Thomas
Despite Mistral moving away, the voice was no further away than it was before, like it synced its movements to follow her perfectly. It watched as she pulled the chakrams from behind her cape.
"Yeah, that will do." Mistral's own voice once again spoke up from behind her. However, just after it it felt as if there was suddenly a presence behind her. The sound of someone walking softly patted the grass behind her as the presence got a couple steps away. Though from how Mistral turned around, the figure was now directly in the path that she had been planning on walking.

If she were to turn back around, the figure was none other than Mistral herself. The splitting image of herself stood just a couple steps away, holding exact copies of the chakrams she had just pulled out. The copy spoke up from where she stood.
"You're really something special you know, I've never been this wound up before. If you're going to apologize to me, the least you can do is help me get out all this pent up aggression you just gave me."
She held the chakrams in a ready position, poised to attack.
"I already told you, I'm a Gemini. You'll be seeing me more often than you think."
Harold
She felt the presence as she was moving away. She got giddy for a moment, being able to finally meet this person. But as she turned around, she was met with something surprising. She saw herself... However, this would not deter her. It would only give her a lot more interest in this Gemini. This must be her power, in which only means, she very well could have been that person on the bridge. And yet, she was way more interested in something else...

"...Dear lord, that is an awesome power! You've got me curious now... I've never had the opportunity to fight myself. I might not be at my greatest, but I'll do as such. Its the least I can do, after all. 

Bring it, Gem!"

She was smiling behind her mask. This was a fight she was happy to fight. She always liked the idea of fighting yourself, but unfortunately, finding someone who was able to do that was extremely hard. She could use this for valuable information on how her attacks move and such. Even if she loses, she gains knowledge. She went into a pose that a mix of offense and defense, guarding with the upper chakram, but keeping the other at her side, ready to toss at a moment's notice.
Thomas
At first, Mistral's sudden eagerness threw the copy off, but after just a moment of trepidation, it got right back into its fighting stance and the doppelganger copied the fighting stance of Mistral.

"Suddenly you've seemed to right yourself. Hm. That's right. That bloodlust is a part of you too. Embrace it as yourself."

Gemini was only a couple steps away. Far enough that just about any first move could possibly land. However, they didn't appear to charge in, in fact they seemed to be waiting carefully for what Mistral would do. Only taking a couple steps to the side with her guard mirroring Mistral's. Was it unfamiliarity with the weapons? Was it to gauge how she would attack?
"Show me who you are."
Gemini used the chakram in its right hand to beckon Mistral forth, inviting her to make the first move.
Harold
She took note of this first move immediately, wondering what Gemini was planning. Despite being so close, she beckons her forth...? That may not be a smart move, especially with her lack of physical options, compared to what the clone may have. She must have a lot of skill to allow her to make the first move. So she decides not to approach.

Instead, she attempts to back away, channeling cryogenesis into her chakrams. She went into a guard position all while backing, keeping her bases covered. This cryogenesis if successful, would allow her to home her chakram attacks upon the clone Gemini with cryokinesis, rather then having to rely on aim. 

"I don't think so. You should make the first approach, Gemini. After all, I do not exactly know what you can do in that clone form..."

She kept a close eye upon Gemini. Believing that they can replicate their form into anyone they please, Mistral wanted to make sure they kept track of this body in particular, rather than attack a body double.
Thomas
As Mistral took those steps back, the copy took steps forward, closing the distance that she was trying to create. They had also noticed the cold surrounding the chakrams. 
"I see, you want to play dirty. Well, then you shouldn't mind if I responded in kind." 

From this distance Gemini lunged forward, using the two chakram in its hands to slash a Mistral from below, moving upwards, using the momentum with one motion to follow it up with an opposite one with the other hand, the following attack coming from above. Using her momentum from the previous attack to set up for the next, allowing her to keep the strength of the attacks high and her pace quick. It appeared the copy would opt to use the chakrams as melee weapons rather than ranged.
Harold
With her close eye upon Gemini, she would react to her approach. She would clash upon the momentum based slashes, keeping one by one at bay. This would unfortunately break Mistral's ice upon the chakrams. She knew that she would not be able to guard for long, with the strength and power of these attacks. This was simply part of her plan, however.

"I see..."
She would use her cryogenetic powers upon the soles of her own feet while guarding. If Gemini's next attack hit, Mistral would be slid a safe distance away from Gemini, allowing Mistral to play her ranged game once more. She indeed had a backup plan if this did not work. Planning ahead was always the best solution for her fights, after all.
Thomas
Gemini continued their assault, though on the next hit noticed that Mistral began to slide away quickly. The distance between them would greaten a little, but as soon as they had figured her sliding, Gemini planted their feet to the ground and struck a pose. She was slightly leaning to her right side with that arm just a little outstretched. Nue had implanted the bottoms of her feet into Mistral's shadow, the point of contact becoming just as dark as they seemed to fade partially into the ground.

From Mistral's perspective however, especially with the hectic action that had been going on, what she would see would be Gemini striking that pose and, without moving, managing to keep up with her quick sliding, matching her exact speed and trajectory.
"You can't outrun yourself!" 
In fact, it seemed like Gemini was slowly getting closer, even while their body was completely stationary.
Harold
Mistral looked in awe as Gemini moved in that strange way. This must be one of Gemini's powers that was being kept hidden, as there was no way any form of ice could do that without cryokinesis. She didn't have much room for thought however, as she decided to take this moment to shatter the ice underneath her feet, and charge forth. 

"Well, I guess I can't!"
She knew that with the speed that Gemini was going, an offensive would be a good choice. She decided her best choice was forming ice upon her hand like a boxing glove, and attempting to go for a punch to Gemini's face, grinning all the same. 

She kept that power in the back of the mind this entire time, alongside the potential defense she may have to do from this. That power, what on Earth could it be? She decided to pan back her mind to the previous areas they were at, while keeping an eye on Gemini.
Thomas
The doppelganger shifted their weight, turning their outreaching pose into a poise for a jump.
"That's right!—"

Once Gemini noticed Mistral slowing down a little they jumped into a drop kick, now separating herself from the ground. Jumping kept a majority of the speed given to her from the sliding just a moment ago and would meet Mistral's ice punch with a drop kick using that momentum paired with the entirety of her body weight.
"Yeahh!"
Harold
What was already a deadly maneuver for a normal person was even more deadly for Mistral. She yelled out in pain as her fist was drop kicked, as she retreated back and held her hand. Due to how brittle her arms were compared to a normal human, any more damage and she would have one less arm for a while.
"Bloody hell that smarts..."

She had to do this fight defensively at this point. Losing the use of one of her arms was a game changer for Gemini. She carefully considered her options for a second, before starting to skate once more. She was rather fast, skating at about 35mph. 

All the while she was skating, she was forming ice upon her usable arm rapidly. She planned to use this as a projectile. She knew one of her weaknesses, which was rather troubling. There was no doubt in her mind she was going to play a hyper offense game at this point, but she was still prepared for anything, to not get caught off guard. The game for her was to out speed Gemini at every corner
Thomas
The drop kick against the punch did hurt her foot a little from the impact, but it seemed clear that Mistral was hurt by the attack way more than she was. Especially with a weirdly hollow feeling in the kick. This person's body wasn't quite ordinary. Was that a cracking sound she heard? 
A rather gratifying feeling ran through her for a moment, but the kick did leave her on the ground for a moment. She couldn't help but giggle as she quickly rose back up onto her feet.
"I wanted to do that for a while now, you know~" 

Due to the drop kick, Gemini had ended up leaving Mistral's shadow for a moment, but that single moment was enough to allow her to gain distance and retreat. Despite knowing that distance was what Mistral wanted, it seemed that Gemini was in no rush to go after her. Instead they stood there in a confident pose, beckoning their opponent to them. 
"C'mon, all of that training amounted to this? Aren't you going to beat me up at least a little?~ Is it that you can't hit your own pretty face?~"
The verbal mockery would make it pretty clear: Gemini was toying with her now. It's possible they weren't even taking the fight all that seriously to begin with.

They watched Mistral, always sure to keep her within their vision and facing her. They began walking towards her with their guard up. It seemed like they were hardly trying to catch up to Mistral like this. Regardless, they continued to speak as they approached, 
"I didn't take you for such a coward.~"
Harold
Mistral, while still in pain, kept her distance from Gemini as much as possible. She knew that if Gemini got even one good hit in, it was game over... But something else didn't feel quite right. She was rather enjoying herself in the battle, despite the pain. She wanted this fight to continue on.

She decided to feed the beast's mouth, hoping to spark some of that motivation of Gemini's.
"I see you're feeling better... Good. Enough to finally pummel your face in.
Let's see if I'm truly cowardly, or the smart one?"

She started to skate towards the waters, pivoting on the ground with her hand. She had one hunch as to what Geminis power could be, thanks to her strange sliding. She'd soon skate onto the waters surface, an icy path formed underneath her path, allowing her to skate upon the waters as if it were land. With this gamble, she hoped Gemini couldn't follow. She never heard of water having a shadow after all. In the same move, she started her ranged assault she's practiced time and time over, launching the ice upon her arm at Gemini, seven sharp shards of ice flying her way, similar to that of a shotgun spread. As they were launched, she'd simultaneously use the other arm to form more.
Thomas
Gemini paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about what Mistral had said with a hand up to their chin.
"Hmm, nah, you still have to work on your one-liners."
She couldn't help but grin when their opponent skated over the water. The two had been fighting within the shadow of the bridge this entire time, being in the water made no difference to them.
"Have you forgotten already? You're the one falling apart here!"

Gemini picked up her pace into a run for the first time this battle. She ran towards Mistral with the chakrams out and ready to attack like before, taking a step onto the top of the water. Nue was able to use the shadow of the bridge to effectively step onto the shadow, only letting the smallest bit of the bottom of her foot through to prevent herself from falling into the water. The current by itself made this particular battlefield more dangerous than fighting on the shore. If either of them slipped and fell into the water then there was a good chance that they could drown.

It seemed Gemini didn't care, following Mistral regardless of the circumstances. Though she was using the shadow, from an outside perspective it would just appear that Gemini was stepping on the top of the water, walking along the surface with little explanation. Though the way Gemini started to move implied that they were copying Mistral's skating. If it was a copy, perhaps they were using a small amount of ice on the bottom of their feet like how they slid before? 

Gemini slashed with the chakrams again which allowed them to block some of the incoming ice shards, protecting their face though a couple blew past that and hit her body. The impact of course hurt and for a brief moment Gemini paused and flinched, with the hit obvious but the armor that they had copied from Mistral had largely protected them from the biggest part of the impact. It wasn't long before Gemini was at the same distance they had started the battle where they would go for another lunging slash at Mistral.
Harold
"Yeah, I do gotta work on those one liners..."
It was at this point where Mistral's suspicions had been confirmed. She was using the shadows to her advantage! The only similarity between the land and the water is the shadow, after all... She came well prepared with an attack she's been practicing for a while now.

She would duck underneath the slash by purposefully sinking into the water below. Mistral would soon disappear into the current, completely disappearing from Gemini's sight. There was simply no way that she did this on accident. However, Mistral was not surfacing...

What was the crazy hero plotting? Its up to Gemini whether or not she waits for Mistral to resurface...
Underneath the water, Mistral would freeze herself to the floor of the current, using the weight of her armour and ice slowly forming on herself to keep herself on the river floor. She was holding her breath, forming ice slowly upon herself underwater, until she was covered.
Thomas
Gemini looked down, pretty surprised that Mistral broke her own ice underneath her. She watched for a moment to see if she would surface, but after a couple moments it was clear that either she was down there on purpose. Her mood flatlined, it was as if all of the playfulness from a moment ago evaporated. 
"So that's how it is, huh. Look, I was playing around when I was calling you a coward earlier, I didn't think you'd actually turn tail and run from a play fight."
There's audible disappointment in her voice as if let down. 

She turned her back to the spot Mistral disappeared down.
"If you wanted to stop you should have just said so, but have it your way. Good luck on your search, or whatever. I have all I really need from you. Think about what I told you earlier." Her voice sounded rather bitter compared to the jovial tone she had before.

Gemini would dip into the shadow of the bridge completely, disappearing from view. If Mistral could even see through the ice and rushing, somewhat murky water a fair distance down below, then from her perspective, Gemini would have simply disappeared. With all the layers between them maybe their words didn't even reach her at the bottom of the river.
Harold
Mistral was having a hard time forming ice underneath the surface. She started panic, as she heard this. She started to swim up to the surface, before realizing her fatal mistake: not realizing how fast she could leave. She looked terrified, as she attempted to swim to shore in a panic.
"WAIT, DON'T LEAVE! I WAS-"

Her yelling was interrupted by water going down her throat, turning it into a loud gargling. She was notably coated in ice, at this point. She struggled, but managed to get to the nearby surface by forcing cryokinesis on the small bits of ice on her body that had formed...

She coughed and spit out water while on the shoreline. She looked to the bridge, hoping for some sort of response. She didn't mean to make this mistake. In the end, she was desperate for a friend, and she thought she may have found one for once. Yet, she fumbled that very attempt by attempting to show her own power. She attempted to yell out one last time, but the water rasped her throat rather badly, thanks to the weakness of her body.
"Gemini! Please... Come back..."
Thomas
Nue had gotten to the shore within the shadow, leaving herself nice and dry, if in a bad mood from the annoying fight. Though she paused hearing a large amount of splashing behind her. She turned to see Mistral apparently struggling in the water. She stayed in the shadow, just watching the display. Did that girl even know how to swim? Her equipment did seem decently heavy, and that cape definitely didn't help her once it was all waterlogged. She simply quietly watched as she saw Mistral flip flop again, now suddenly rolling back to what looked like panic and sulking from the confident demeanor a minute ago. 

She stayed quiet, but moved invisibly into Mistral's own shadow once she had made it back to the shore. She wasn't entirely sure herself if this display from Mistral made her feel pleasure or pity. She let Mistral yell and let the lack of a response linger for a little bit, just to push the silent treatment a little further.

Eventually Mistral's own voice spoke up again right next to her ear, though like before there was no physical body to attribute that voice to.
"Why are you groveling again..? I saw the whole thing. Are you already so attached that you'd drown yourself trying to follow me?"
The tone of which was judgmental in an almost exasperated manner.
Harold
Mistral coughed a bit, as she looked to the side, guiltily. Now that she was still, Nue could get a close look at Mistral's hand, which was visibly very red. It almost looked scarred in a way, as she was holding it all the same. She let off a small smile, and an exasperated sigh.
"...Maybe.. I'm.. Not too certain. It just felt nice having a moment like that... I haven't felt it in a long time."

She waits a second to catch her breath before speaking again. She started to tear up a little.
"I'm sorry I decieved you like that. I was actually meaning to attack you, and catch you off guard... But it seems the attack didn't work quite out like I hoped. You're a bit too fast for me to be able to do that with, haha..."
She starts coughing up once again, before looking up to the bridge.

"I don't know what's come over me, really. Any normal person would go enraged over your namecalling, but it felt comforting to me, in a way..."
She started to childishly play with the shore's grass with her usable hand.
"Really, its... No big deal. I think I'm fine... But I wish I didn't made that move, so the battle could continue. I was having fun, despite my battle style not being that enjoyable to fight against. Its how I train after all."
Thomas
The voice waited for Mistral to finish before speaking up again, sounding a little confused. 
"Maybe...? Comforting...? You're kind of a freak, you know that? —No. I shouldn't say that, that's only going to— nevermind, then!"

"Okay, well first. Play fight is over now. We got to hit each other and now you're still hurt, so unless you really want to fight for real. ...Well that'd be a waste. There are a bunch of capes out there that can and will close the distance better and quicker than me. Or maybe capes that can work at range longer or better than you. So if you don't have anything for when you're close then you'll probably bite it when that time comes. Next time let's just punch each other or something." 
The voice paused for just a moment before continuing its rant. 

"Another thing, that attack was taking way too long. You're a hero, aren't you? That means you'll have to either catch the villains or stop them. In a practical situation, going out of your way to dive into water and charge up... Something, forever is just going to give them a chance to do what they need to or leave, like I did. Honestly I doubt you could have even seen the surface from under the water like that. Could you even hear me? You should have just kept throwing things or trying to hit me. It's a play fight, you know, sparring. If we were going to be using sneak attacks, well, look around you."
Mistrals own voice paused to let her look around and much like the start of this encounter the Gemini that she had been fighting was nowhere to be seen despite the voice sounding so close.