Ever since they'd come back form that horrible place in France, Vergil had made her promise not to kill people.

When it could be determined that she was the killer anyway.

And she'd obliged. Surprising everyone except him and herself.

The way she'd saw it, the others wanted her to kill so they would be right. She wouldn't, so she was right, and they were wrong.

That way, she won.

But, as angry as she knew it would make him, Diva wasn't going to be willing to keep that promise this one time.

It was kind of weird though. Even though Vergil had always stressed pride and honor, things she didn't understand and had no interest in, she knew that this single time he wouldn't care if she broke her promise.

That bastard who'd been hurting her this whole time seemed genuinely surprised at the sword in her hand, and that she was standing up to begin with, and she admitted it was nice to see that kind of expression on someone she really didn't like.

However, as she stood there something occurred to her.

She still wasn't wearing anything.

Normally, this wouldn't bother her. It had never really mattered to her before, and even now it probably shouldn't have.

But, as strange as it sounded, she actually felt offended and embarrassed for Vergil's sake.

So with a sigh, she used Rosarmure(Rose armor), something that covered her whole body in flower petals made by her sword.

It was form-fitting and only like a second skin, but she didn't care to begin with, and now Vergil couldn't yell at her for not wearing anything as she fought.

"There, isn't that better?" She asked no one or thing in particular.

Something told her that what she'd just used was meant to protect her more than give her real clothes but she told that thing to shut up and stepped towards the soon-to-be-dead jerk.

"Come on now. You've got one of these weapon-thingies too, right?" Diva asked him, aiming her sword at him and waving it back and forth.

"I won't be able to have any fun if I can just jab at you once and be done with it."

He regained himself and pulled out something from behind him, some handle-thing with some metal strips on the end.

Diva blinked dumbly a few times before bursting out in laughter.

"What the heck is that?! It looks like a toilet-paper tube with some streamers on the end that you painted! Where'd you get it anyway?!"

He didn't seem to find it funny, but she didn't particularly care.

A shrug was her next comment before she let the sword's tip fall into the sand and dragged it along the ground as she approached him.

"Oh well. Guess I'll just do this and then go somewhere else for deserts."

The man got a greasy smile on his face as he lifted up the toilet-streamer.

"I'll give you a meal alright. How about a hot dog?" He asked before running towards her and snapping the thing out at her.

Surprisingly enough, it sounded rather strong as it struck out like lightning at her.

Well, where she used to be anyway.

Diva had already gotten behind him and turned around, pushing a foot into his rear-end and causing him to fall face-first into the sand, making her giggle a bit before responding.

"Actually, I used to eat them but Vergil said that I ate them too slowly and for some reason he always left whenever I ate one, so I stopped. Anyway, you're not going to do too well if all you've got is that little thing. The weapon's stupid too."

Apparently getting what she meant, he burst out of the sand and whipped the thing at her again, this time however she hopped up above it and landed on his head, or more specifically his nose as he turned his face up to look at her, and stood there, forcing him to fall into the sand once again, though this time it was back first and allowed her to step off his face when he landed.

She was facing the door that led back to where Ritorno had gotten to, and started towards it, wondering if the next person would be a bit more fun.

But it seemed he wasn't done getting mopped about, as he got up and attacked her again.

Still, she didn't really care if he wanted to fight more or not, this person was way too flimsy. And as much as she wanted to take her frustration at what had been done to her out on the person responsible for it, if that person couldn't stay together long enough to soak up all her irritation then they weren't all that helpful.

So as the little metal strips could be heard snapping out at her she swiped Bleureine behind her, petals beginning to fall off of the blade as she did so.

A strange thing happened though.

She hadn't even bothered to look behind her while attacking since she'd figured it wouldn't matter, but when it sounded like rain was sliding through the air and she felt five sharp cold tendrils pierce her lower back, Diva decided that it was worth turning her head back towards where the attack had come from.

The Erebrise attack she'd began hadn't continued when she lost concentration on it and as the five ice spikes melted back into water, leaving several holes in her "clothes", Diva guessed that he would do for now after all.

Still, it made her give a light-hearted sigh as her blood dripped away, revealing immaculate skin beneath with no scars whatsoever.

"Huh. Guess you're not as squishy as I thought."

Then she shrugged and began walking towards him again.

As much as she didn't like strategizing while fighting, since it was too much work and made things boring, Vergil's personality had rubbed off a bit on her.

Those spike things that could come out wouldn't be able to do anything other than extend forward.

Which meant…

Diva hopped towards him, causing the guy to do the same attack he'd just performed, and she saw water forming at the ends of the metal strips as they approached her.

But all it took was for her to jump off the ground and just raise her body above the path that they made and then they might not have been there at all.

She slashed out at his neck, and the stupid man just barely managed to bring the "hilt" of the weapon up and block it, but the thing was sent from his grip as she flew past him and landed on the ground.

…if you don't hit them the first time, then it's useless.

The barely-amused girl suspected the dummy lying on his bum in the sand, wondering what had happened, was thinking the same thing.

"Actually, he's probably thinking 'ugwah, uh, um, ulg'." She thought to herself, causing a loud giggle to break out only a second later at how ridiculous those words were.

He scrambled for the handle of his weapon, but just because he wasn't any fun didn't mean that she was going to just let him keep fighting, and walked over to him as she rose her sword.

But you can tell a lot about someone when they have you at their mercy, and she, having experienced a great deal of her life in this state, was an expert at telling this.

So when he whipped around, throwing sand into her face, it wasn't much of a surprise.

Luckily for her, a single back-step by her put enough distance between them for her to regain her eyesight before the man reached her again, once again holding his weapon in hand.

Once again he snapped the weapon at her, but it was surprising as he did so several feet before it would hit her.

He revolved around and flailed the weapon at her, and she knew why.

But all it took was a quick downward swipe, and the flail of deadly ice-spikes was turned into some cold rocks in the ground and a stupid-looking guy running towards her.

It would be nice and flashy to do something fancy like Vergil always used to, but that just wasn't Diva's style.

So she simply stuck out her blade and waited for him to impale himself on the tip of it.

"Hey!" She complained as he altered his course to avoid her blade.

What he did next was even more upsetting; the man continued past her and struck the weapon across her back, slicing five long streaks across her back and pulling open the same number holes in the back of her "outfit".

The fact that the suit had protected her from getting cut into six parts probably should have occurred to her but it didn't.

Still, this wasn't all that painful compared to a lot of other things she'd felt, and only made her rub her back as the cuts healed.

"You know, if you keep up with these baby toys, it's not going to be a whole lot of fun for either of-"

Her comment was cut short when she noticed that the water around them was starting to move.

"Sorry, I've kinda always been a sore loser. Not ta mention I only have fun when I'm winning." The jerk said with a recovered grin as she turned around, facing the man who was gaining more and more water behind him.

As the water level rose, she began to think about how much of a cheater this turd was.

"Wash over them, Tsuirakufuuchou(crashing tide). He said, the water beginning to swirl around them, forming the beginning of a whirlpool.

"Well…" She started, her grin regaining some amusement in its tone.

"…I guess this won't be so boring after all."