The deafening sounds of Vergil's sword clashing with Sapphire's relentless blade echoed through the mansion, each strike reverberating like thunder. The demon maids kept a safe distance, wide-eyed and filled with apprehension.
"Are you... really sure this is okay?" Novah asked hesitantly, turning to the small maid beside her, Viola, who watched the fight with an amused gleam in her eyes.
"Well… if you want to go in there and stop those maniacs, be my guest," Viola replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. "That is, of course, if you've got a death wish." She chuckled softly, not tearing her gaze away from the duel that dominated the hall.
In the center of the room, Sapphire intensified her attacks, forcing Vergil to block and dodge in an exhausting sequence. With every strike, she smiled, testing the young demon's limits and pushing him to react instinctively.