“HYA!” Vergil struck Sharpedo with his scabbard. It roared and surged forward. A rush of water battered his ankles, wind pushed against him. He was pushing against a wall. But Vergil cared not for obstacles; if there was a wall in his way, he would simply cut through. So he unsheathed the Yamato and cut through his mach cone. The ride, he found, was far smoother for it. He sailed through, turned corners so tightly that he was directly tangent to the precipices of his watery path. It took him a matter of seconds to finally reach striking distance of the Gundam. Vergil would not face the back of a mere machine.

He bore a Mirage Edge and held it to his side. He channeled the brunt of his very soul into the blade, alighting it and burning his fingertips. A reversal of the grip, a tear along the horizon’s edge, and a shockwave of brilliant cerulean ripped across the divide and met its target in the Gundam’s engine. It slowed less than Vergil expected— the source of the Secretary’s speed evidently came more from his position than his vessel. But it would be enough. The gap between them closed at a hastened pace.

The Hellcaptain spoke. His voice’s pitch was raised. Such was the sheer magnitude of difference in their speed.

“I’ve come to a realization.”

Vergil didn’t care to hear it. He struck the Sharpedo. Aqua Jet carried him ahead once again. Vergil couldn’t even hear himself say “HYA!” It was just too slow. He came closer to the Gundam’s back. The voice was pitched even higher now.

“Thiswholetime I thoughtmypower wasrestrictedtovehicles. ButI'm theSecretaryofTransportation. WhichmeansIhave control overthingslikeroads.Railways.”

The moment the Aqua Jet ended was the moment Vergil overtook Hellcaptain Banagher. And as he took the lead, the Hellcaptain’s voice deepened.

“Ｒｉｖｅｒｓ.”

Vergil rose. The Lethe peeled, and what was once a flat expanse became a watery clifface. While Vergil went up, however, Banagher went ahead and retook the lead. Vergil cursed beneath his breath. The very rivers of Hell themselves were now his opponent. He reached the torn river’s peak and watched as Banagher continued onward unimpeded. Vergil would not accept this— he wouldn’t accept it!

- Ragnarust Round 2