"Rebellion," Jackie repeated, looking at the sword. He was a little surprised when Vergil offered him the hilt, and, feeling a little foolish, like this was a trap, he grasped it.

Wow. Heavy sword. "This thing ain't light," he said with a laugh, trying to heft it. He wasn't any huge weakling, but he was unused to wielding a weapon like that - or really, anything bigger than a knife.