CHAPTER 6: Lucia Goes For It!
Dante watches with something akin to pride at Trish, impressed at her incredible speed and agility and the magnificence of her fighting skills. It seemed almost too cruel to put her against Cornelius who, bleeding and limping now flailed at her with his injured tongue and swinging tail, his four legs jumping at her direction while each time she nimbly avoided without damage to his person.
Yes, even too cruel for that despicable reptile. Dante shouldn't have been bowled over, really. She held guts within like she held his sword; in a deadly grip, repeating strokes that cut through the air and made a new composition. Like a waltz in the air. If she wanted to, she could fight more rapidly. With more force than the lot of them, making fluid quick actions in the air, and on the floor with her booted foot making whisper nicks at the side of graveled stone. The collision of sword and the speed of guns creating bright sparks bounce in his line of vision. He lounges back with a grin on his face and folds his arms.
Arius became disturbed at the presentation before him. Nothing was going the way he wanted. Did he expect to actually beat the devil hunter and his friends? Bah. If it gets too hot for him he'd make head way for the exit but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to see the outcome of the fight. He was as much of an excited spectator as the next person. Yet the workings of his evil mind began to tick loudly. He grumbles to himself--stupid reptile got his ass kicked royally and Trish saunters out of the arena like some kind of world championship fighter about to receive her gold medal.
From how the blonde fought, it was obvious the reptile needed more skill to get around her and knew that Trish could have easily destroyed his trustworthy servant. She was only biding her time to make a final kill. Cornelius was laughable as he chased and injured himself at the young woman's beating. It was the worth the lengthy performance that excited these stupid fools around the statuesque blonde with a body that looked fragilely deceptive. Trish knew how to win her fans didn't she?
He watches her with growing interest. There was not even a drop of sweat in the young woman's chaste face. Dark thoughts of all their powers and their lineage stamps in his mind all too well. The need was so great as to possess everything they all represented offered itself to him in a tempting palate. He didn't even have the patience of a monk. He'd have to do something. The idea in his mind was too precious to not give birth to! It was difficult for these lower minions of the underworld to fight against these devil hunters. He had to put them against each other.
The next battle announced held everyone in suspension.
Lucia goes up against Vergil.
Vergil draws a sharp breath in as he pushes himself away from the columns he had reclined against and couldn't believe his ears. What the fuck? He had his fight with the damned serpent and now goes against one their own? Shit--and she looks as if she isn't too unhappy about it either!
Lucia jumps at the opportunity to kick some Vergil Sparda ass. She didn't particularly care that it wasn't one of the stupid and ridiculous foes in the crowd. Judging from what she saw, they have proved to be so easy to defeat as Dante, Vergil and Trish had gone against. This time she'll get a REAL fight. A good challenge. Besides, she wouldn't mind showing a thing or two to put Vergil in his bad ass arrogant selfish self in place. The thought drew a wide grin from her and double somersaults into the air, landing with a thud on the ground with both booted feet making dust swirl around her like a cloud.
"Avancé vers le bas! N'ayez pas peur !"
Vergil half smirks, and replies languidly--and half jokingly, "Oh great, sure, speak french to me now, Lucia. I'd rather you do that on our third date."
"There won't be a first one to begin with!"
The redhead scathes in hot anger at his insolence and daring. The fact that Vergil took pleasure at this gave her more need to beat his Sparda ass into the ground.
From above the arena floor, Trish walks up to Dante and whispers,
"I think we should do something about this, Dante. There's no need to waste any time! The crowd is incessant with madness and they're distracted. We should take Arius now."
Dante tries to shoo her, waving his hand towards her to be silent.
"Wait till Vergil and Lucia fight one on one. This is gonna be good!"
Trish heard his chuckles and shakes her head.
"I can't believe you! Lucia and your brother are NOT suppose to go against eachother. We're suppose to go after..."
"Babe, you're becoming tense as a virgin on her wedding night so loosen up and have some fun. Vergil and I will take care of things. You watch carefully and take things from there." with that confident reply he reaches over and whispers, "Maybe afterwards..."
Trish couldn't believe her ears! Dante was making her feel like some giddy school girl in the middle of a demons forum surrounded by hundreds of their worst kind. Shouts and screams seem to be drowned out as Dante had resumed his position to watch the event. She was left there not knowing what he had whispered! The jerk! They obviously had a plan and they didn't let her in on it! Did Lucia know?
She peers over the colleseum and decides to trust in Dante. Besides, if she couldn't kick Vergil's ass, maybe Lucia will. When Vergil had left her behind to fight against an army of secretaries she wanted to get back at him. The french woman below looks like she can handle him. This made her smile.
Vergil and Lucia pace around eachother. Grinning, Vergil taunts Lucia with one of his come and get me looks and his challenger felt the rage of disgust checked inside. He even took the time to brush back his hair with the swift caress of his hand.
"You're unbelievable!" Lucia cries out as she takes the first plunge and the first stab!
Vergil dodges out of her way but gets a few daggers stuck in his chest and leg. "Damn, you know how to get to a guys heart don't you?"
"Stop joking around like a horny leech and fight like a man!"
"A horny leech? Didn't they teach you better comebacks in Vie de Marli? Ah well, I can be both. A horny leech of a man." Vergil laughs, thinking he had made a good joke out of it and Lucia growls--the man is infuriating!
With whiplash agility, Lucia does a backflip over to avoid her opponents energy ball--a blue white hot flame that will render anyone with some major damage! Then in fluid movement, the redhead boldly goes up close to do a few thrusting kicks and Vergil shields the attack with his sword. The sounds of hard boots against metal making loud echoes in the frenzied arena. They could hear the roars above in feverish pitch, going wave after wave of uneven screams. You'd think that these demons had nothing better to do than exert their vocals and lust for first cut of blood.
Without a moments notice, Dante's brother takes a more forceful approach and back slashes with a dynamic push against his challenger, sending her back onto the ground on her ass. With this opening, he quickly pounces on top of her, his face just inches from hers.
"Had enough?"
Lucia opens her lips slowly, almost seductively and her one green sparkling visible eye stares back at his, "Depends."
she heard his intake of breath and knees him in the groin.
"Fucking shit! That wasn't necessary." Vergil groans in pain and slightly doubles over.
Dante from above laughs, "Oh man, that's gotta hurt." then looks at Trish, "Ready, babe?"
Trish blinks, "Huh?"
"It's almost time."
Trish opens her mouth in surprise, "Excuse me? I..."
"Just get ready to double trigger out of here when me and Vergil start, alright?"
With that little bit of information, Trish grinds her teeth. "I think Verge needs more help down there if he keeps it up with Lucia. And why am I the only one who doesn't know about this? Does she...?"
"Lucia knows."
"Oh really?" lifting one shapely brow, she glances back at the arena floor,"From my view, it appears as if she's doing more to put Vergil out of commission than help."
Below, with her opponent momentarily stunned, Lucia takes her chance to back kick him with her own energy bolt as she goes in devil trigger mode for a second--sending him flying back on his backside and staring up at the sky. Then before he has the opportunity to bounce back from that blow, she's on top of him. Her knife readied at his throat and her lips close to his ear.
"If you're ready. I am." her french accent came in a thick whisper.
Groaning, Vergil couldn't figure out if she was either teasing him or making light of the whole situation. He didn't really want to fight her but she was determined and all he could do was defend his honor--though most of it pained him below the belt.
"As ready as I'll ever be." he harshly replies.