Vergil: -gets up-next time any of you get in my way I'm killing all of you-holds weapon closely-and I'm not giving my weapon to anybody unless I want to
(a bit late but ok) Jake: "walks out, MY GIRL" *Runs towards the town (which has about 100 zombies there*
Vergil: -Sits all the way up in the tree avoiding the horde of zombie below-I can kill them tomorrow I'm too tire to do anything to them