Dante stabbed ahead and skid across the ground. A quick parry from Vergil knocked his strike aside— but Dante had been expecting that, of course. In the moment the Yamato had moved, Dante unleashed a salvo of gunshots into Vergil’s side. Vergil flinched, and quickly teleported to the side and took a swing. Dante parried it— but Vergil, of course, had been expecting that. In the moment that Dante occupied his attention with Vergil, a hail of mirage blades descended upon him and lacerated his skin. He stepped back.

They knew each others’ blades far too well. At the rate they were going, Vergil understood a fight would end in a stalemate. And he wouldn’t accept a stalemate. His victory had to be absolute. He switched to Beowulf.

- Ragnarust Round 4