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The vaguely familiar voice did bring Vergil minor pause, gaze shifting from the flimsy remnants of the balloon in his hand to the woman a tad off in the distance. He’d been ignoring the sounds of fire simply out of his distaste for the firearms, so finding someone he equally detested was certainly nothing that surprised him.
“Is this not a game in and of itself?” he replied, bemusement clear in his tone as he began toward her with wooden blade. “I’m only here on behest of another. I don’t care for my own point value. Nothing this overgrown child can do has not been done by someone else.”
“Now, is there a reason you’re antagonizing someone out of your league? If you could not best my brother then what hope do you have against me?”
"It's a game alright." Lady began moving, rounding the other but keeping a healthy distance between herself and the other's sword, wooden though it may be, but in experienced hands like Vergil's, Lady knew it may as well be steel. "A game with potentially serious consequences. Just thought I'd remind you of that, but if you're more focused on tanking your point count, who am I to interfere?"
He was right about Dante, of course, she had been able to keep up with him, but Lady's human limitations were painfully obvious in her decreasing stamina over time. Demons like the sons of Sparda required fast action and only the strongest of fire power. Lady lacked them both at the moment, but Vergil wasn't likely to share her same misfortune. Plus, he was older now, more experienced.
"I see hell treated you well, how long were you in there? " Her bb gun remained in her hand, pointed down and index finger safely away from the trigger, but it was of little comfort to her. It wasn’t likely to help her situation, but maybe if she kept talking, he’d keep talking and that alone could buy her time to escape, or time for some other event to pull his attention from killing her.
