The relentless strikes forced Sam’s blade upward. Vergil kicked wide upwards arcs into the air in utter contempt of gravity and slid up the Yamato’s steel. He reached the tip of the blade, and disappeared again.

Vergil emerged from shadows high above, and a blue sword materialized in his hand. With a two handed grip, Vergil slammed the sword down, right onto Sam’s waiting blade. Vergil darted back to the ground.

“You’ve got tricks up your sleeve, don’t you?” said Sam.

“It’s only common sense to vary one’s tactics,” Vergil said.

- Ragnarust Round 1