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[moarpower]

[ So, Vergil has had Trish taunting him. Telling him that, if he wanted her dead, he would have done that already. So, he tells her, that's exactly what he's going to do. And he's marching straight to where he's holding her.]

Fucking whore[ He enters the room. Not quietly, like he usually would. But with force. He's pissed. However, as much as

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[fillmydarksoul]

[sitting on the stone floor, just waiting for him to arrive. She looks a mess, but hey, what's a girl supposed to do in this type of situation?]

Hey sweetums! What took you so long?

[damn, she's playing with fire here, but she knows that he can't do it. She's pulled this trick on him once before, she can damn well do it again]

[moarpower]

[ He doesn't say anything. Just stares with his most furious face. She is grating on his nerves. ALMOST as bad as Dante. SHE WON'T SHUT UP. He lifts her off of the ground - chains and all - ready to just hurl her into the wall. ]

Goddamn you!

[ ... Though, he really didn't like it. Because it's just going to be like smashing his mother up beyond recognition -- he had no REAL idea of Trish's capabilities -- he didn't care right now. Not enough to think straight, anyway. ]

[fillmydarksoul]

[hissing, damn! When he get this strong? Sinking onto the floor, hair covering her face. Wrapping a chain around her ankle and using the force to whip Vergil in the calf- feeble, but she's not going out without a fight.]

How about you get these iron shackles off of me, Vergil? Then we can fight like real girls.

[moarpower]

[ His body caved to the whipping of the chain -- shit, that kinda stung, yes, but nothing he couldn't handle. And, oh, "girls"? She makes a mockery of this?! PLAYER IS ACTUALLY DYING FOR LAUGHING. SO BAD. ]

... Why not?

[ Gritting his teeth slightly as he spoke, he grabbed the shackles, and flung her across the floor, breaking them. He didn't stop in his tracks. He was still going after her, it gave her enough time to react. ]