Vergil straightened his posture, his back straight as he looked to the armor trying to come between them, the man smirked, pleased with what he had done, even if a part of him was thrashing inside at how sickingly unhonorable that was.

"She will die today, and I will take what is mine." He spoke, it wasn't meant to make sense for once. He glared at the armor. "I have no quarrel with you, be gone. or you are next." he is not paying her mind, stupidly so, as his attention is on Gene. He assumes he's won already.