He reflected the fireworks right back at the Vice President. Sam closed in on the chaos and carved crimson arcs into the suit. Vergil provided suppressive fire.

“You will not use my own patriotism against me!” said Wilson. He flailed amidst the chaos and managed to send Sam back.

Vergil held tight to his Devil Arm. Metal Bat had power— when he had first attacked, he was able to remove himself from existence, not unlike Vergil’s own teleportation. But it was more seamless, more smooth…

Vergil tapped into the bat’s power. For the briefest moment, perhaps no more than a tenth of a second, time froze. And in that frozen time, Vergil sprinted forward. When it had resumed, he’d skipped ahead. Right on him.

Vergil swung with all his might into the mech’s midsection. Wilson tumbled through the sand, right into the waiting Sam. It was like tossing him into a blender. Sam let loose a final flurry of strikes, he carved the suit to bits. Michael Wilson collapsed in the sand.

“Gah! How can this be?” he said. “America… I have failed you.”

- Ragnarust Round 3