Swire
The Ace of Spades, in a Uno deck
Location: Fort Black - Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep, Really f***ing deep, deep, deep, deeper than the deepest hole in the Underground
Mephisto was waiting at one of the lowest floors of the Underground, just in front of the entrance to the legendary vault. The road there was protected by hot lava, and the bridges that guarded the entrance could be rosen with simple levers at any moment. Finally, Vergil showed up. Mephisto stared at his Nephew and exclaimed. "So... you came?" and was met with no response, only silence. Vergil stared at Mephisto, then said. "I saw you dying. One of your tricks?" "You bet." Mephisto answered, chuckling and reaching for his trusty sword. Vergil observed his hand move and said. "Put that down. You don't stand a chance..."
Mephisto smirked and said. "Why?" Vergil's eyes met Mephisto's in a cold, disdainful gaze. They were like two different species of Birds staring at each other, wondering how life looked for the other. Vergil said. "I'm stronger... than you." reaching for the Yamato, and preparing it. "You know. I've never seen you before... Uncle. How about a kiss from your little nephew?" Vergil asked, then unsheathed the Yamato and pointed it at Mephisto whilst continuing. "Better yet, how about a kiss from this?" Mephisto didn't draw his sword. He simply waited. The two stared at each other with growing intensity, finally, but without movement Vergil asked. "Shall we dance?" to which Mephisto said. "After you."
Vergil rushed towards Mephisto, while the latter took out his blade from it's leathery sheath and started dodging Vergil's attacks. Vergil started off relatively easy, with quick, horizontal and vertical sword attacks, throwing in an additional stab there and there. He was just testing Mephisto's reaction speed, which he was really surprised by, as it was high. Mephisto ran back away from him, wanting to take a diplomatic approach. "Why do you lust for power so much?!" he inquired. Vergil left his combat position and straightened out. He stared at Mephisto and frowned momentarily, then returned to his stoic expression and explained his mindset. "Foolishness, Uncle, Foolishness..." rotating his head in decisive shakes, as if he was dissapointed by Mephisto's lack of understanding. "Might controls everything. Without power: You can't protect anyone. Let alone yourself." and then, used the fact they were both stationary to his advantage and used Blistering Swords. 8 Swords appeared next to Vergil, 4 on his right side and 4 on his left side, floating above each other, each one made out of blue, spectral magic. They shot towards Mephisto at high speed, however Mephisto jumped upwards performing a somersault mid-air and avoiding the blades, then landing on a large pillar. "We do not have to do this!" Mephisto yelled, to which Vergil responded by yelling back: "That's some weak dying words, Uncle!" and neared the pillar that Mephisto stood on. Vergil performed a basic Judgement Cut on it, causing it to collapse and fall. Mephisto jumped off, managing to fly above Vergil and several meters behind him. Vergil turned around and smirked. He knew he was fighting someone strong.
Once again, Vergil dashed towards his Uncle and released a quick, vicious flurry of attacks with the Yamato, these ones being much more controlled and clearly having some sort of combat style. Mephisto started counter attacking, trying to block, parry and dodge whenever he could, very slowly starting to control the encounter. To add to his own advantage, Mephisto used Polymorph, to literally, grow some more muscules. They both slashed their swords at the same time, entering a lock, however Vergil's Yamato was so sharp and durable it cut through Mephisto's saber, nearly decapitating his head, if he didn't crouch. Vergil kicked Mephisto back away, using the fact that Mephisto was crouched to his advantage.
Mephisto was sent back flying several meters, then Vergil pointed the Yamato towards his Uncle and loudly exclaimed. "I have won! Grant me the vault, now, or die!" with clear aggression in his voice. Mephisto laid down, watching the ceiling and suddenly bursted into laughter. He very slowly, clumsily got up and started clapping his hands together, as in applause. "Okay, but first..." Mephisto paused, snickering once again. "I have to congratulate you!" he stopped clapping and opened his hands to Vergil. Vergil was taken off-guard and in surprise asked: "Congratulate?" Mephisto slowly, steadily walked forward. "Yes! Congratulate. Your old man, Nero, my bro for life didn't even get this close! You're pretty ruthless." Vergil just stood there, unable to understand why his Uncle was so joyous about this event. Even in stead of that, Vergil said. "Right. Does that mean I can pass?" Mephisto nodded and said. "Yes, you may pass. Go on ahead, my child!" and gently motioned Vergil towards the Vault's gate.
Vergil walked to it, then steadily pulled it open... but it didn't even flinch. "What?" he exclaimed, pulling the gates apart with more strength, but to no avail. "WHAT?!" he asked again, continuing his attempts. "What the hell?!" he asked, then looked back at Mephisto. Mephisto held the key to the gate in his hand, then dropped it into the lava pits below, whilst saying. "Whoops. I dropped it!" as the key burnt into coal, then into ash, then into nothing. Vergil ran towards the lava pit, but not too close as the sulphur and dangerous volcanic acids were harmful to him. "No!" he yelled, kneeling next to it. "You goddamned... FOOL!" he yelled, swiping the Yamato at Mephisto whilst performing a Master Slash. The column of energy flew towards Mephisto, but before it hit, Mephisto said. "Ciao!" and turned into a stone figure, teleporting elsewhere. Vergil was left alone.
Location: Still in the Undergrounds, but less deeper.
Mephisto teleported to a higher level, then took out the real key from his pocket, sitting down and relaxing. "I think he really bought that." and laughing. "Throw the key to the Vault into lava? Oh, pah-leeze. William Black wouldn't forgive me." and laughing even more. "Well. Now I'm gonna take a nap. I wonder how Mikael's doing." closing his eyes and going to slumber.
Kyro Scripts
Location: Fort Black
Kyro stood in the center of the guild building. Around him were his cards stabbed into the ground in a pentagram. He sat in the center with his eyes closed. Far far far far far far far (really F****king far) below him, he could feel energy being released. Kyro was very skilled at telling 2 things. Someone's ability and when fighting was happening. The problem was his inablility to tell exactly what was down there and where they were. He decided the best approach to take is teliporting slowly down through the shadows. So he put on his mask and stepped into his shadow and teleported. He kept ending up in places he had no idea. Finally he could feel that they we fighting directly below him. He waited until both of them stopped fighting and shadow stepped into a corner where they couldn't see him. He watched they talk back and forth for a bit before Mephisto dropped the key in the lava. For a split second he had a chance to save the key, but he didn't. A couple ideas came to mind. 1. Mephisto dropped the real key and could get back in some other way or 2. Mephisto didn't drop the real key at all. The second one seem more like because what if Mephisto needed to let someone else in. The other problem was who was this person. Kyro thought for a little bit before deciding that he felt like being stupid today. After Mephisto left Kyro stood up and walked into sight. He was still wearing his mask. "You seem to be having fun." Kyro said looking at Vergil. "I don't want to intrude or anything I just want to know about that vault."