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[How dare you sidestep his broadcasted charge up moves just hold still. There it goes, into nothing - but it chases him to the side in a semicircle]

I don't know, do tell. Because you want to mock me?

[ he's a master tactician! he swivels to face him, holstering his guns to whip out his sword again ]

That is a pretty good reason.

[Wow! WOW!! What a rude asshole.]

So you just want to make sure I know I'm inferior.

[He teleports to Dante, already midswing when he appears.]

[ there's a roll just under that -- literally cutting a few hairs on his way down -- but he's quick to rise up from that, with another swing at him ]

You really got a -- fixation on that, huh?

Shut up and answer me.

[He turns on his heel, turning the sword's momentum into something to block his body, even at the expense of his arm.]

[ that has their swords clashing as he moves to respond, and he's keeping his sword braced between them ]

What d'you want me to say? That this is allll 'cause I think I'm better than you?

[Too angry to be as calm and cool as usual, he pushes back against it with all his weight.]

If that's what you think, then yes. It sure seems that way.

[ he skids back on his heels -- and shoves forward, with a little grunt, trying to unsettle Vergil's weight ]

Well -- you got that wrong.

Then what? Are you ever actually going to tell me anything?

[It pushes him off balance, sliding back. He catches himself in a wide stance, one hand to the ground, face in the lake. He doesn't bother doing anything but shaking it out, just enough to see, because he has to rush back in immediately.]

[ when he rushes in -- he aims the sword in a thrust at the incoming Vergil-missile, aiming to either have him run into at least or have to dodge at an awkward angle ]

Ask'n -- I'll answer!

[He has to side-step at the last moment, leaning to one side to avoid it, but following through with another swing by Dante's feet.]

What the hell am I doing now if not asking!

[ he half-takes that one, skidding back as the sword slices at his leg ]

Well --

I don't want you dead. Is that what you wanted t'hear?

So you just wouldn't care. That's almost worse.

[He points an accusatory Yamato at him.]

You're puttin' words in my goddamn mouth.

[ there's an accusatory Rebellion point back at him! -- but he can't say outright that he cares. who would do that! ]

[They're the same and it's terrible. He scowls.]

You could at least give me enough respect to hate me back!

How 'bout you do something worth it? Huh?

[ which isn't something he should be daring Vergil into but he has a serious case of shitting directly out of his mouth disease, it's terminal ]

[What an asshole! The pure rage with which he wants to destroy Dante basically doubles thanks to that. Good work.]

Haven't I done enough by now?!

[He shouts, and rushes in again, already tired of waiting for Dante to make the next move.]

You could put -- a little more effort into it!

[ of Dante's positive qualities, de-escalating situations is not one of them

he rolls back and to the side again as Vergil shoots for him, once again whipping out his pistols to take shots as he approaches, try to get him off his guard ]

[He's distracted enough with the bullets to take the time to whip them out of his way.]

Do you not even realise I've spent my whole life trying to kill you? Is that not enough effort?

[ he uses that window to dash in, to try to diagonally slash upwards at him - - get him in the air if possible but he's not too optimistic about that. ]

That what you're doin' here too?

That was going to depend on you, I was hoping you would tell me something to change my mind.

[He's far from at his best, too riled up and focused on what's being said, and the bullets and -- he doesn't react in time.]

[ he stabs upwards, then, aiming to impale him on that sword as he comes down - - and wrench harshly downward if he's successful. ]

Well sorry to - - disappoint!

[Can't do much once he's in the air and falling but take the blow. He's thrown down into the lake with a splash, and only rises so quickly to get his head out. Staggering a moment but determined to act unfazed, he falls into a ready stance again. Trying to compose himself.]

Then don't ever say I didn't try to extend an olive branch.

[ pauses.

and he just stares. ]

This is your way of "extending an olive branch"?

[ he actually brings a hand up for the air quotes on that. ]

What, of course it is, I asked you how you actually felt!

[He made accusations and made no move to actually ask about feelings. But. sure.]

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