“No,” Vergil said. He attacked. Metal Bat blocked the blade and pushed it aside. He took a swing and almost some poor demon father. Far away windows shattered. He raised his bat again overhead. Vergil sheathed the sword and took out a pair of gauntlets. With a single punch he deflected the strike, and delivered a swift kick into Metal Bat’s stomach.

Metal Bat flew backwards and broke a table. The poor souls sitting there were having dessert. Ice cream and fudge dripped down his face. He clenched his bat. And stood up. Took a couple of practice swings. Accidentally wallopped the demon standing behind him whose dessert he had just ruined. He kept his eyes on Vergil. He was gonna make that bastard pay.

- Ragnarust Round 3