Each teleportation came at strange angles. Above the head, directly in front of him, a swipe at his legs. The first few slashes hit. Most that followed didn’t. It grew used to Vergil’s patterns. When Vergil swung his Yamato, it swung in return. More and more, their swords made contact, Vergil slowly lost initiative with each clash.

With one last acceleration, Vergil appeared behind him, fully intent on stabbing through its helmet in the hopes that whatever consciousness inside would fade away into the void.

- LetterSequence Round 5