He turned around to the source of the noise. A red Ranger with a black upside-down-T-shaped visor aimed a gun at his chest. He pressed a button on the barrel.

“I need more Quantum Power!”

A beam sword extended from the pistol. The ranger carved a line across Vergil’s chest. Searing pain surged through his body. The first wall was broken, and the rest, too, would fall. The rangers redoubled their efforts. They bludgeoned him, stabbed him, shot him. The music slammed Vergil against the ground, sharp violin notes dug into his skin.

He didn’t want to admit it. Even as he fell, he refused to admit it. This was not his limit. He pulled forth the Devil Trigger. The blast sent the weaker Rangers back. But it still was not enough. These were not fragile creations like the Chittis were. Each had some power. And together, they were strong.

So this... was the power of solidarity.

Vergil fell to the ground.

- Ragnarust Round 5