“So what’s the ring?”

“This,” said Vergil, “Is a chromium metalmind. I deprived myself of luck earlier by storing it in this metal. But if I tap into it, fortune will be mine.”

Gladion thought back to their earlier trip, and remembered all the times Vergil had fallen off Sharpedo. “So is that your excuse for your terrible surfing? You ‘deprived yourself of luck?’”

Vergil was quiet for a second. “Yes,” he finally said.

“That’s ridiculous,” said Gladion. “We make our own luck. It’s foolish to think otherwise.”

“Fortune is as real as any other force in this world,” said Vergil. “It is something to be commanded. Observe.”

He clenched his fist around the ring. The moment he did, Gladion heard a rustling from the bushes behind. A pair of twin swords, their blades as red as the blood which filled the Acheron, leapt out of the foliage. Their eyes affixed to Gladion.

A WILD DOUBLADE APPEARED!

“A shiny Doublade?” said Gladion. Without thinking, he threw an Ultra Ball at it. The ball hit it once and immediately snapped shut. “And a critical capture?”

“Now you underst—”

“Adamant nature and perfect IVs?!”

“...Now you understand a fraction of this Devil Arm’s power,” said Vergil. “I will deprive myself of luck so I can access it later.”

- Ragnarust Round 3