“Hughughughug,” Chitti laughed. “These are the troops. Won’t you salute them?”

Vergil felt a tug at his wrist. The steel in his right bracer. His arm shot up with no will of it its own— and then, just as quickly, bent into a salute.

Chitti clapped his hands. “Very good. Good to see a patriot!”

Vergil moved strained against the invisible force to move his hand. “Magnesis,” he said.

“And so smart! Our nation needs smarter citizens. Dot.” On the ‘dot,’ the Yamato slid out of its sheath and into Chitti’s hand. He raised it to Vergil’s chin. “Unfortunately, what it needs even more is the Son of Sparda dead.”

- Ragnarust Round 4