“My turn.” He summoned a pair of mirage blades in his hand and smashed them against the batter heads. The drums were sturdy. That was good. It meant that Vergil didn’t have to hold back.

Four-four time. One hundred fifty beats per minute. He would start faster than his brother. Although there were only two drums, Vergil filled the cavern with sound. Dante struggled against the sheer weight of the beats. He produced the naginata again and attempted to douse him, to no avail. Broly’s mighty soundwaves pushed the water back.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” said Vergil. The drumset transformed. And now the fun could truly begin. One hundred fifty was only a temporary solution. Not Vergil’s tempo. Two hundred beats per minute. Sweat fell down his brow as he moved from high tom to mid tom, from snare to floor. His feet pushed against the pedals. Now Dante was the one airborne as Vergil just absolutely shredded the hi-hat.

Double-time. He doubled the rate of his kick and snare. But he needed more power. Vergil steeled himself. He was about to take a big risk. He wasn’t going to just change the timing of his kicks and snares. He wasn’t even going to change his tempo.

He was going to change his time signature. To seven-four time.

It hit Dante like a freight train. The sheer irregularity of Vergil’s rock could barely be comprehended. Every bass kick was like the fist of God struck him. The crash of the cymbal was an invisible sword that splattered Dante’s blood against the wall like a gestural abstraction.

- Ragnarust Round 4