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After a hard day at work, it's good to have a small quarrel with anyone here. You either vent your frustration or get revenge on your evil twin brother.

*looks around*

The air shimmered faintly for a moment next to En, giving the only warning of what was about to transpire. Space calmed itself again, for another moment, before a portal opened and a single black boot stepped through, a strange mist enshrouding it. This was followed by a leg clothed in a fine brown leather. The man's torso was wrapped in an elegant violet vest and a matching coat that reached down to the tops of his theighs. It was form fitting and made him look very dashing. His hair was an unusual sight too, pure white and long enough to fall down his back and a fringe that stopped just short of covering his eyes, which were a similarly unusual sight. Silvery, they twinkled when he moved and the light reflected off them. The man had fully finished exiting the portal and looked around before saying smoothly, "There is little battle in an area apparently so devoted to it. Perhaps I might be able to rectify this."

Gilver's eyes lit up as he saw the girl who sent the strange energy arrow at him. Her looks were most pleasing to the eye. The rocket launcher and gun just made her even more appealing. He stepped forward, approaching the girl and looking her up and down, a smile spreading on his face as he replied seductively, "I believe we can." With that said, another portal opened to the right of him and he reached into it, drawing from it a rapier with winglike handguard in a jet black scabbard. Closing the portal he threw it into the air and slid the strap over his body so the sword was resting lightly on his left hip as he drew the blade. The craftmanship was outstanding, with decorative dragons dancing down from tip to hilt. Gilver then shifted his weight, placing his left arm behind his body and crouching slightly, with his left leg back and right forward, his body pivoted so his right shoulder faced the girl. He gave a small flourish and salute before pointing the tip of the blade directly toward her heart and asked, "Shall we begin?"

Gilver grinned and quickly pulled his body to the right, flicking his head out of the bullet's path, leaving the projectile to harmlessly fly through his long hair. Straight away he flicked out, aiming to strike Rina with the tip of his blade to distract her by causing a tiny, shallow cut. This was also to keep her busy while he finished moving himself into position to strike her properly. Bringing the blade around he planted his feet on the ground, steadying his stance, and drove his body forward, extending his arm to try and plunge the sword directly through her body.

From atop a pillar came a low chuckle, directed at the two combatants. "My, but you move slowly, you two! Are you caught in molasses, perhaps? I think that's how the expression goes..."

Perched there, Senal sat with her legs crossed, cupping her chin in one hand. The demoness sighed and tilted her head at the two below. If anything, she appeared almost bored with the proceedings. "You two've got more in you than this. If you don't pick up the pace, I will be forced to get down there and make you pick it up." She paused, a smirk on her lips. "But then again, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

When the pillar's dust settled, Senal was out of sight for but a moment. A mere whisper of boot upon floor gave away her position -- just beside Vergil, hand reaching to touch his shoulder. The demoness' already considerable prowess had recently been honed, and she was quite itching to test it out against someone worthy. Amber eyes glinted mischievously, and she smirked.

"Ooh, Daddy's getting all protective," she breathed in his ear. Such closeness -- yet she'd seen Vergil in action more than enough times to know how fast he could move. This was a high risk to take, to be sure; Senal had to have a good reason to believe she could sustain the consequences. "But you're right..." She paused, hand slipping from his shoulder, sounding resigned.

Immediately, a sword hilt shot for the halfblood's side, fully intent upon a rib; so swift was it, barely even visible. Her grip was loose, hand acting as guide rather than support for the blade. Compared to before-- No, there was no comparison; Senal had improved drastically. Timing, technique and fury were all honed enough to make a razor seem dull. Her absence had done her much good.

"...I do need to stretch," she finished with a cheshire grin. Had a few of her teeth gotten sharper, or was it just that she grinned too rarely to show it?