Title:
Motivated
Fandom:
Devil May Cry
Characters:
Vergil, Dante
Prompt:
#29; Motivated
Word
Count: 669
Rating:
PG
Summary:
Vergil and Dante battle it out in Hell, and neither can take it
completely seriously.
Author's
Notes: I love Vergil's little lines of gameplay dialogue –
they're as corny as anything Dante ever says. Also, whenever I
fight the bastard, my brother is always watching over my shoulder –
"Stop shooting at him!" he says. "Why are you shooting at him!
It just gives him an opening to attack! Look, he's attacking
you!"
I kind of suck at the actual game, alas.
Thanks, LadyTigerFuyuko! Glad you liked Memorable better than I did.
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The problem with Dante was that he never learned.
He was fighting this third fight just as he had their first, just with more desperation and less strength. This ordeal had taken a lot out of both of them, and the aura of the demonic realm wasn't helping.
Dante swung his sword across his body, in a move obviously designed to take off Vergil's head – that is, if Vergil were a practice dummy, ready to stand there and take it. Pity that he wasn't.
He deflected the attack with the Force Edge. The blade wasn't as easy to manipulate as the Yamato, its weight and shape were different enough that he had to adjust his style. It cost him slightly, but he wasn't worried.
Dante swung again, again Vergil blocked, and this time unleashed a series of slashes himself, knocking Rebellion back and delivering several brutal cuts to his brother's chest and torso. Not enough to kill him, not nearly, but enough to slow him down. More than enough to sting.
Fury written all over his face, Dante pulled his twin guns and started firing blindly.
Vergil caught the bullets easily with a spin of his sword, and sent them flying back.
Dante took six shots to the chest, and crashed to the ground.
With a heavy sigh, Vergil flicked the blood of the Force Edge, eyeing his pathetic heap of a brother with disdain. "Dante, must you fall into the same traps over and over again?"
"Shut… the fuck up." Dante shakily got back to his feet, blood pouring down his chest, though the bullet holes were already gone. Rebellion was resting across his shoulders, and he was breathing hard. "Anyone coulda pulled a cheap trick like that."
Vergil slowly walked a circle around his brother. "Then you would imagine anyone could have seen it coming."
"You know, I'm going to take that sword from you and shove it straight up your ass."
"Hmm," Vergil replied.
"'Course, you'll have to make room for the stick you've already got shoved up there."
"Dante, you—"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm going down."
Vergil forced his face blank, though the grin he was suppressing made his lips twitch. Dante misread his expression – no surprise there, since Dante misread just about everything – and swung Rebellion up into a defensive position, ready to block a blow that wasn't actually coming.
Well, Vergil hated to disappoint.
He took a hard step right and brought the Force Edge down, the metal of both blades singing as they fell into that familiar deadlock. Normally, this is where they would exchange witty words and scathing insults.
Dante didn't appear to be in the mood. He shoved Vergil off and spun, somehow sheathing Rebellion and drawing both his guns in the process.
His brother wasn't one to miss but Vergil wasn't easy to hit; he rolled and came up with the Force Edge spinning, ready to deflect the next hail of bullets.
Dante wasn't there anymore.
Vergil spun around – not fast enough, Dante was already standing behind him, his expression triumphant. A white gun barrel was directly in front of Vergil's face, nearly pressed against his forehead.
Dante pulled the trigger.
Vergil's vision flashed white and red as he stumbled backwards, and he felt the dull pain of several more blows to his chest and arms – temporarily blinded by the pain, he fell onto his back.
"Goddamn it, Dante," Vergil swore, sitting up and spitting blood. And the brat couldn't see why he couldn't stand those weapons? Of all the cheap shot things he could do—
"What," Dante said, smirking. "Didn't see that coming?"
So maybe his baby brother was learning.
This might be fun after all.
Vergil got back to his feet, twirling the Force Edge menacingly in front of him. This time he didn't stop the smile that was spreading across his face. Oh, he was going to grind that cocky face into the ground. "Now I'm motivated."
Dante grinned right back. "'Bout time, bro."
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