A pair of drums appeared in front of Dante, their shells green and their batter heads black. A pair of purple drumsticks materialized in Dante’s hands. He slammed down.

“GO BROLY! GO! GO!”

Shockwaves erupted out and pushed Vergil back. Dante continued his chant, trance-like and manic, each rhythmic strike pushing Vergil further away, just a bit at a time. Each time Vergil recovered, another beat hit.

“Cease—” GO! “This—” BROLY! “Incessant—” GO! GO!

“Woo!” Dante twirled the drumsticks and slammed down once again. His rhythm was perfect. Four-four time, one hundred thirty-five beats per minute without any fluctuation. The song was not to Vergil’s taste, especially because it was physically battering him, but he could scarcely deny the sheer technical prowess on display here.

- Ragnarust Round 4