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[opposingsoul]

Who: Vergil and Dracmon, ???
What: Vergil's expectations are proven right.
When: Sept. 28, late afternoon.
Where: Campsite, D'Ango forest.

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[opposingsoul]

"Hmmm," Vergil mused, turning away from the spot where Zero stood. He held up the Sword of Light in his hand and then he tucked it into a pocket in his coat. This was a weapon that was worth his attention.

SangLoupmon had been caught completely off guard, and by the time he was able to respond, Mushamon was already being swallowed into the distortion. Enraged, SangLoupmon tore at the ground with his claws, only to find himself being hauled off the ground by the scruff of his neck.

"What?!" SangLoupmon demanded of Vergil, staring at his partner.

"Do. Not. Do that," Vergil chastised, looking into his partner's eyes. "You have only yourself to blame. If you wanted to return him to someone, you should have killed him first and talked afterwards. The fault is your own. Be decisive next time."

"And what about you?!" SangLoupmon demanded. "You could have beaten him easily!"

"I beat him," Vergil said, dropping SangLoupmon to the ground. "But he would not be an easy victory. And he is not mine to strike down, as he stated."

SangLoupmon growled and shook his head, looking at the ground with guilt. "Give me your D-Comm, I need to talk to someone," he said sullenly.

"Heal your injury," Vergil said, walking back to the remains of their campsite to rebuild it. "There will be plenty of time to talk."

As Vergil busied himself with the campsite, SangLoupmon winced at the pain of his injury and continued to stare at the ground.