“And so smart! Our nation needs smarter citizens. Dot.” On the ‘dot,’ the Yamato slid out of its sheath and into Chitti’s hand. He raised it to Vergil’s chin. “Unfortunately, what it needs even more is the Son of Sparda dead.”

“That belongs to me,” said Vergil. “I suggest you drop it.”

“Ha! Well, it is in my hand now, so I think it belongs to me.” He gave the blade a few practice swings. Admittedly, his form wasn’t that bad. For a machine.

- Ragnarust Round 4