The Reaper
Part three
Vergil leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed. He and his brother had managed to find an inn where they could stay for the night. Now that their injuries had healed, Vergil contemplated how they could better their opponent. Even though he and Dante had hit the Reaper with everything they had, it had all just passed through him. Was he really a ghost? His scythe and kicks had sure felt real. Vergil's thoughts were interrupted by Dante, who had started talking loudly by the bar.
Dante was sitting on a bench, with both legs lounging on a table.
"So anyway this is a nice place you got here. You're the only babe I've seen in this whole village." The girl behind the counter giggled. Dante gulped down the beer he was holding.
"What do you call this stuff? Golshbriek? We don't have this in Amer-" Vergil almost lost his cool.
"Listen Dante, I did not come all this way so you can drink and chat up girls," he said irritably. The sooner we take out that thing, the sooner we can go home." Just then screaming could be heard outside. The two brothers glanced at each other,and ran out of the building.They found chaos.
People were running in all directions, screaming in terror. A large green fireball smashed into a house, and soon it erupted into flames, joining other burning buildings. Villagers stumbled, before leapingbehind barrels, carts,anywhere they could hide. Standing in the deserted village centre, looking like he was enjoying himself, was the Reaper. It was time for battle. Vergil ran up the side of a nearby building and jumped, preparing a downward stab with his sword. The Reaper glided back and evaded. He returned the favor by launching another fireball at Vergil, who leapt to the side just in time. The ghostly figure gripped his scythe menacingly.
Dante had an idea. Maybe he could blast the scythe out of his hand. Without his main weapon, the specter should be weakened. Dante let rip with Ebony and Ivory. In one swift movement, the Reaper spun and caught the bullets in the hook of his scythe, and returned them with a swing from it. Dante took cover.
"This guy IS good," he muttered.
The specter laughed. "Well, visiting this place is always fun, but the real reason I came was to challenge you both to a proper rematch." He pointed to a low mountain that was not far off. "That is where I have my serious duels. I suppose you could say it's my battle ground. I challenge you both to a final battle. Do you accept?"
"We accept," said Vergil, who gazed at the nearby mountain. He wondered how many bodies of slain warriors were up there.
"Excellent. I will see you boththere." The Reaper seemed to merge with the fog, before vanishing in a gust. People emerged from hiding and a collective sigh of relief could be heard.
"Going off to fight again is all well and good Vergil, but we can't touch him. How are we supposed to fight this guy?" Dante questioned.
"He must have a weakness," Vergil answered calmly. "Eventually he will reveal it." Leaving devastation and bewildered villagers behind, Dante and Vergil headed for the battlefield.