A demon emerged from the flame. A fallen angel, obsidian wing outstretched. He held a sleek blade in his hand and wore an evil smile. The blade pierced his body eight times. His chest. Stomach. Hands, arms, legs. He fell to the ground and watched his blood slowly pool. Vergil swore he had been here before. What happened that day?

The Yamato. He used the Yamato. Its power saved him. Vergil needed more power.

The Yamato appeared in his hand. He swung to kill. All who stand in his way shall die. Defeating demons, that is what is proper for a Son of Sparda.

The demon blocked the strike. And the Yamato shattered.

- Ragnarust Round 4