[He hits the ground hard, leaving cracks through it. He bites his lip hard, drawing blood, to hold back any reaction, any sign of weakness.]

Hah, I'd like to see you try!

[His voice falters even so, the only sign of pain Vergil will allow, although even that is more than he wishes to show. At this point, he knows he isn't in a position to invite attack. Especially a sword through the stomach. But it just wouldn't be right to stop taunting.

He starts to sit up, whiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.]