Golf balls rained down upon Drakkon and Vergil, only to stop in place entirely. Frozen as if connected by a string to the stars in the sky.

“I will show you that your Quantum Power means nothing in the face of your lord,” said Drakkon.

Even within this realm, this slowed down bubble of time where both fighters stood as equals, Vergil proved to be slightly faster.

Both fighters swung their blades with wild abandon. For every cut Drakkon landed, Vergil dealt back seven more. Despite the golf balls surrounding them, unanimated and suspended in the air, neither sliced one apart. Their weapons weaved through the small gaps between them with each strike. They were simply that skilled at combat, that it came naturally to them.

- LetterSequence Round 5