Vergil moved away from the kick, those boots looked like they would probably hurt a bit if they managed to make contact with any one of his ribs. She didn't seem too pleased by the revelation of the blade and he stood for a moment watching her as she looked down at the work had done on her, "It was blessed by seven priests right before I cut their heads off with my other blade," He said with a creepy sort of smirk on his face.
Stepping away from her slash was his mistake, she was moving faster then before it seemed, or perhaps he had moved a moment too slow. As soon as Vergil turned to face her, he was met by the feeling of cold steel biting into his arms and snarled as he parred the rest of the rest of the blows away.
The last of the blows he parred back with enough strength to knock himself away a moment and as soon as he recovered Vergil was on her again, slashing fast and jumping around her. She seemed to favor fast movements and so did he, now it was just a matter of seeing who wa