Vergil reappeared, crashing onto the floor of the mansion, his body as heavy as lead. The impact made the ground tremble slightly, but he didn't even try to soften his fall. Exhaustion hit him all at once, as if his body had finally realized the insane load it had endured.
"Ah... ah..." Panting, he felt every muscle protest, every cell scream in defiance. The battle had been intense, and as much as he hated to admit it, it had ended in a draw.
"Damn it... stop this shit." He muttered while trying to lift his arms, but they simply refused to respond. "I said stop." His voice carried a rising irritation, and then, as if his own body feared him, the energy that immobilized him receded.
"Shit... I... I got hit..." He whispered between ragged breaths, his mind trying to reconstruct the exact moment that attack had affected him. His body was overheating, his veins pulsing as if they were about to burst through his skin.
"It was the moment you appeared in front of him."
