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 was faster then the other. Stopping his onslaught for a moment he looked at her again, before attacking head on with a hard fast blow, wondering just how she'd fair against it because Vergil realized that holding back was not an option.

Shahal gave him a glowering look, "Just another way of showing how little God really cares about his flock," She muttered as he gloated on killing the priests, what should she care anymore? No longer did she hold the title of Archangel nor did she think that a priest should do anything for a demon. But really she had never truly cared for them, after all the clergy was as tainted as she was, they always had been in her opinion.

A look of mild satisfaction crossed her features at his snarl, glad that she had landed a blow to him, payback for the wound that continued to bleed on her stomach. That last parry though managed to knock her back another few paces as she stumbled to regain her balance, swinging her sword back into position by her side only to find herself the victim of Vergil's onslaught, to which she managed to successfully block or parry most of his attacks but a few found their way through, resulting in some cuts here and there on her arms and legs that burned and bled.

As soon as he stepped away from her Shahal instinctively fell into a defensive stance, knowing that he would come at her and he did just that. Shahal smirked and ran for him as well, meeting him in the middle blade for blade with enough force that she felt the bones in her arms buckle at the pressure being put on them.

For a moment she stood locked with him, staring him down, would he make the next move or would she do it? Decisions, decisions. Her eyes flashed, glinting deviously as she purred out the next words, and not to Vergil either but to her sword, "Shalem, extend," She commanded as she pushed him away and jumped back.

The sword's blade had gone lax, extending on a wire so that it now looked like a bladed whip instead of a sword. She grinned and flicked her wrist at the man, the sword moved like a whip now, rolling up to slash at his chest and she flicked it again, causing it to move at his shoulder before pulling it back, twirling it in quick circles by her side.

His legs quaked and his boots dug into the ground as he faced down the blow, Vergil felt his muscles automatically seize up to keep him in place from the impact but it still jarred him although he would never let that on. But he was mildly amused that she would meet the blow with her own, and that she would actually be able to withstand that impact was a bit of a feet for a woman in his book.

Vergil was staring her down in much the same way she was doing to him. This was an interesting female to say the least, simply because she wasn't a god damned damsel in distress type, no the creature that stared him down knew how to actually take care of herself and he found that rather enticing really, or that was to say that the demon inside of him did for the simple reason that it figured she'd probably be the same way in the bedroom and he had to stop the smirk that threatened to appear on his face at the idea of breaking her there.

Too bad he had let his mind wander and his eyes did let past a momentary flash of confusion as she spoke then barely managed to keep from stumbling as she pushed him back. What the hell was with her sword?!? Was the only real thought that made it through his head, really now he had never heard of anything like it before and because of that didn't notice until it was too late that the thing was moving straight to wards him.

Although Vergil had managed to move back, he couldn't move back enough to avoid the hit and grit his teeth as it tore through his vest and cut up his chest, and then before he could even register that the blade was at him again, moving in a way that he hadn't even seen a whip do, it sliced into his shoulder and Vergil wasn't very happy about that, at all.

Blue eyes narrowed he watched intently as she spun it around, as if winding up for another attack. She had caught him off guard once before and it definitely wouldn't be happening again, not when he knew that little trick of hers now. He simply needed to find an opening in the way she swung the sword/whip around and he'd have her as Vergil already had a plan brewing to break the girl. It was almost a pity really, to have to do such a thing, but she needed to learn her place yet then again he almost hoped she'd be able to survive it, after all it was fun toying with her. Vergil thought that even as he felt blood ooze down his arm from the wound on his shoulder, he would have fun with her.

As the man continued to watch her movements he picked out the one moment that he might actually be able to get through to and ran at her, his katana at the ready. As soon as the whip moved back up the circle he shoved the blade in the way and wrapped her blade around his before twisting around and then he moved to plant them both into a tombstone and let go, before quickly turning, sending a punch at the girls face and then running after her.

A dark smirk appeared on her face, the look of a demon in her eyes as the sword ripped through her opponent's flesh. The scent of his blood mixed in the thick air with hers and Shahal felt a tinge of a different sort of excitement move up her spin at that, it was almost erotic to the demon inside of her.

She continued to move the whip in circles, it was actually a different stance that could be used to move into many another attack, unfortunately it made it a bit harder to block. Shahal blinked, the fog seemed to have intensified during their battle without her having noticed, but at the moment she blinked it seemed that Vergil had moved to attack her and she growled, instinctively knowing that she was rather screwed and that whatever came next she wasn't going to be fast enough to stop.

His next move was daring, and it definitely worked against her, in all her years no one had ever thought of doing something like that. As the man wrapped her sword around his and tugged Shahal felt the hilt slide from her grip and to her complete and utter annoyance watched as he planted both into a grave marker, there was no way of getting Shalem back right now especially since the other sword was blessed which meant that she couldn't touch it.

And of course the next thing Shahal knew his fist was connecting solidly with her jaw and there was no way for her to roll with it as the force knocked her off her feet and sent her flying, decimating a few tombstones on the way, she only stopped when her back connected with the thick stone wall of a mausoleum. Bringing a hand up she dug her thick pointed claw like nails into the stone and pulled herself up from the heap she had landed in, cracking her dislocated jaw back in place she could feel that her wings had taken the brunt of most of the impact as her blood was already tending to the wounds it could fix on her back.

With a snarl she cracked her back and brushed bits of concrete and dust out of her hair, glaring at Vergil defiantly as she finally managed to stand up straight with out the aid of the building, unfortunately her movement was limited due to a few sharper bits of concrete embedded into her legs and tail. Since Shahal couldn't move her tail at the moment she couldn't balance well at all, but prepared herself to attack him again as he walked into arms reach. She sent a punch at him, but was sure she'd miss, still she couldn't go down without a fight and swiped upward at an angel from his hip to his chest with her long claw like nails.

As Vergil ran over to where she had landed he watched her stand back up with that defiant look in her eyes and smirked, so she still had some fight in her, even with the wounds that he had inflicted that still bleed on her, there was a trail of blood leading right to her, and Vergil was sure her body would probably give out before her will did.

It wasn't a very hard thing to simply dodge the punch, her movements were shaky and off balance but he hadn't expected that last swipe and clenched his jaw at the pain that spiked to wards his brain as those claws of hers left long, bleeding trails up from his hip to his shoulder, shredding through his vest. Well Vergil was glad that that he owned more then just the one at the moment because it was looking unsalvagable now, but there was still the fact that he hadn't expected that small burst of speed and strength in her, then again, she did seem wild enough for it.

With one swift movement Vergil grabbed her vest and pulled her forward into another punch, slamming his fist into her bleeding abdomen before pulling back and swinging at her face one more time, only this time he held on to her to make sure she stayed in place. Finally satisfied with the damage done he slammed her back wards onto the wall of the mausoleum and restrained her by holding her arms out at her sides, "I wonder if that devil in your eyes will still be there after this? He purred and let go of one of her hands to reach down and grab a dagger before dragging the tip up her curves and made to put it through her hand, trying to pin her hand down to the mausoleum before attempting to do the same with the other
Shahal felt the cloth and skin break under her nails, could practically taste the metallic copperish taste of his blood as if it had been on her lips and not just on her fingertips and it made a small few of those feelings of excitement form again, trailing up along her spine, it was something that she could only get in the middle of a battle, something that she hadn't felt in a long while.

She had tried to move, to duck, anything but Shahal simply couldn't move fast enough to get out of his grasp and when he jabbed at her stomach not only did he open the wound some more but he also knocked the wind out of her, the pain was intense and before she could recover any she was being pummeled by his fist and she couldn't do a damn thing to stop him.

Finally the barrage ended, but Shahal found herself being slammed against the wall behind her hard enough that she bounced a bit, growling at the pain that webbed through her already battered body.

She looked at him, her gaze steady even as she felt blood loss begin to take it's toll on her, "Do your worst love, go ahead and try to break me. My devils are here to stay," She growled out with as much bravado as she could muster, only to have it followed by a pained hiss as the blade of a blessed dagger slide completely through her hand, pinning it to the mausoleum, she attempted to pull it out but as soon as she touched the hilt her other hand began to burn and she pulled back with a snarl only to have that hand pinned down in the same manner and this time she bit her lip so hard it bled to withhold the pained scream that threatened to spill from her lips as she fell limp, only being held up by the daggers that skewered her palms.

Amazing, he couldn't help but smirk at her, even then there was still fight in her, still a fire to the girl. Too bad that her body could no longer take the strain, after all he was all but standing in a small puddle of blood that was for for the most part all hers. It was admirable, and slightly foolish at the same time but Vergil had never seen this type of fire in a woman before, it interested him to no end, "Tell me, what is your name, and do not lie to me fallen one," He commanded of the crucified woman.

After a few more moments of just watching her he stepped a bit closer, stooped down so that he was by her ear, "Try not to die little angel, I want to be able to have the chance to break that lovely little spirit of yours as well as your body," Vergil purred out to her, it was a depraved sort of thing he was feeling but he couldn't help it, the devil in him wanted to tarnish whatever was left of her purity, wanted to destroy it and make it his own, it was an animalistic sort of thing found in the most basic of his instincts and Vergil really couldn't help it.

He stepped away from her and slinked away into the mist, dawn would be breaking soon and Vergil wanted to open the seal before the light of a new day, but he stopped and sparred her one last glance before he continued walking finding a macabre beauty in her pain that made him smirk even as he found the marker for the seal and set about to giving the demon that dwelled within back it's name. It had been a long night and Vergil wanted nothing more then to go back to the tower and relax.

Even as he made his way out of the cemetery Vergil thought to himself that he would have to stop by one day, to see if she had managed to survive the fight, after all it had been entertaining and if she had lived, then he figured that there could be more fun to be had.

She grit her teeth against the pain, and fought with herself as to whether or not she should revel her name to him, after all it was known that demons could be sealed away by having their names taken from them, but would he do it? Somehow she figured he wouldn't, but she really didn't have a choice, "Shahal is my name," She managed to say, even through the constant pain that shot up her arms and through her body.

Shahal snarled at his words, knowing exactly what he was implying by them, the sick bastard, "You wouldn't be able to handle me," She replied with as much bravado as she could muster, which was becoming increasingly hard considering her predicament, but she was trying her hardest to focus on anything other then the almost mind numbing pain that laced through her. Shahal didn't plan on dying any time soon, no not until she got revenge on the bastard for what he had just done to her.

He had left and Shahal didn't know exactly how long she had hung there by her hands, all she knew was that she was absolutely powerless to get herself down. Dawn had begun to break when Arioch, that normally annoying little Incubus, had finally walked out to look for her. It was that same demon that she had defeated so long that saved her life. Pulling the daggers out he picked up Shahal and her sword before bringing her inside and tending to her wounds, perhaps it was because they had gotten so used to each others company over the years that they had spent together. As Shahal sat in her room, watching Arioch as he bandaged her hands she promised she'd get revenge on the son of Sparda for the wounds he had inflicted.