Vergil grinned to the side, his red eyes flashing with a latent hunger for battle. In response, Yamato began to be consumed by shadows, its blade vibrating with an almost sentient thirst for blood.
"I wonder…" His voice was serene, controlled, but anyone with a hint of instinct would know… he was on the verge of attacking. "What is your name?"
The other warrior twirled his staff between his fingers, the movement fluid and relaxed, but his eyes held the sharp gleam of an unsheathed blade.
"My master named me Wu Tian." The answer came firm, without hesitation.
Vergil tilted his head slightly, savoring the words as if they were fine wine.
"Your name is already known among us…" Wu Tian continued, and somehow, the space between them seemed to shrink, even though neither moved.
The air thickened, heavy as if the world itself held its breath. They began to circle each other, slow, calculated steps, studying one another like predators about to strike.
