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Maxwell's fallen glass case lay on the ground, the helicopter carrying it having been destroyed by Vergil's attack. He looked up to see Vergil standing on the other side of the glass, a look of disgust on his face.
"Angelo! You must help me!"
Vergil eased Yamato in its scabbard.
"What you just did is among the most cowardly actions I've ever seen. Attacking unarmed civilians from the air, especially for enjoyment, is the mark of someone who is sadistic and evil, and a total pathetic coward to go with it."
Ignoring Maxwell's terrified objections, Vergil swept Yamato from its scabbard, sweeping it in the air a few times before sheathing it again.
"And my name is not Angelo. It's Vergil."
Behind Vergil, the cuts took effect. The glass case fell into three pieces, while Maxwell fell to the ground, his throat and chest slashed clean open.
"Scum!"
