Vergil
The Dark Blade in the Shadow
The weak in the world are nothing but a pestilence that must be clensed... The life before him, spread out like a great chasm the one must traverse for one survival. The only solution is to close the gap with the bodies of those who stand to stop you. A glimmer of light shot off the clod steel of Yamato as it was whiped clean of a lesser demons blood, "Pathetic..." The blade was clicked back into palce and a distant sound caught Vergil's ear. The sound was a voice, ont Vergil knew all too well, "Why must Dante be so obnoxious..." He said to himself and lept up onto a high ledge above him. His brother was yelling like a fool at the top of his lungs, "Brother... you should not be so weak." He said coldly and lept down he summoned two glowing blue spirit swords and placed one to each combatants throat, "If you want something stopped, then stop it..."
...Yamato, help me cure this plague.