[It's hardly the first time Vergil has served as a springboard for Nero. It would be an unusual bit of sparring if Nero didn't do something like that at some point with his fondness for flashy, unnecessary flips. (And Vergil cannot even blame Dante for that. He may have fanned the flames, but it's become abundantly clear to Vergil that wrestling is what began the spark for such flashiness.) But where Vergil usually remains unmovable despite the force it takes, his increasingly swimming vision puts him at a stagger instead. Nero's swipe at his legs almost entirely unnecessary. Too focused on trying to regain steadiness on his feet, Vergil can't even begin to attend to what Nero is doing beyond Red Queen scraping at dirt and spraying earth everywhere. He isn't able to parry or move the sweep to his legs, and everything visually moves so quickly and at odd angles that he cannot comprehend where the ground is meant to be. He swiftly joins the blade in colliding with the ground, slamming into it with enough force that it completely knocks the wind out of him.]
[Vergil is quick to move out of that position on his back, but not for the purposes of their sparring. Yamato lightly clatters on the ground beside him as Vergil rolls over and pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. He's not sure if it's the lightheadedness or the coughing fit that ensued with all the air leaving his lungs, but Vergil's stomach abruptly upends all of its contents all the same.]
[When it's over, Vergil tentatively and slowly sits further back on his knees. One arm holds his stomach while he keeps the other firmly planted on the ground. He doesn't quite trust sitting all the way back just yet. Not while he's trying to catch his breath and the occasional cough escapes him. He closes his eyes as he focuses on evening out his breath.]
I'm fine... [he says almost reflexively either in response to something Nero said or preempting it. Vergil isn't entirely sure, and frankly doesn't care right this moment which it is. The point is that he does not need Nero working himself up over this. Something isn't right, but Vergil isn't in any sort of danger because of it and, most importantly, Nero had nothing to do with it. He just needs a moment at the least, and at the most, they're likely done sparring for the day.]
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[Vergil is quick to move out of that position on his back, but not for the purposes of their sparring. Yamato lightly clatters on the ground beside him as Vergil rolls over and pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. He's not sure if it's the lightheadedness or the coughing fit that ensued with all the air leaving his lungs, but Vergil's stomach abruptly upends all of its contents all the same.]
[When it's over, Vergil tentatively and slowly sits further back on his knees. One arm holds his stomach while he keeps the other firmly planted on the ground. He doesn't quite trust sitting all the way back just yet. Not while he's trying to catch his breath and the occasional cough escapes him. He closes his eyes as he focuses on evening out his breath.]
I'm fine... [he says almost reflexively either in response to something Nero said or preempting it. Vergil isn't entirely sure, and frankly doesn't care right this moment which it is. The point is that he does not need Nero working himself up over this. Something isn't right, but Vergil isn't in any sort of danger because of it and, most importantly, Nero had nothing to do with it. He just needs a moment at the least, and at the most, they're likely done sparring for the day.]