[ There's a low hum when his strike is blocked — he would expect nothing less from Dante, after all. Vergil presses the attack for just a moment before shifting back and out of his brother's range. He adjusts his grip, spins the Yamato with a flourish, before holding it out and pointing the tip at the center of Dante's chest. ]

Come now, Dante. Surely you must be recovered after that little interlude. It hasn't been that long since our last battle.

[ Never mind that something feels... off. He can't put his finger on what, exactly, and Vergil narrows his eyes as he studies Dante's face. ]

Show me what you've got.