Backing up with a short jump, Vergil dodged a downward strike before stepping on the end of the 'blade' with his shoe and bringing his own weapon up against his opponent's neck.  "Good match."  The female student said, impressed as much as the black haired youth was.<br/><br/>"No problem."  Vergil replied, showing the person he used to be behind his zombie like appearance for a brief moment before slamming it back into place.  Bowing in respect to each other, Vergil turned his gaze to the match going on a few yards off between two students he believed were a year ahead of him.  Despite his age, Vergil was a freshman, having taken a year off after getting out of grade school.  He had needed the time to adjust to the medication, as his mother was so fond of saying.  In truth, Vergil had considered jumping off of a bridge until someone came up and put a hand to his shoulder, shaking their head, as if knowing what he had in mind.  Going home that day, Vergil had told her what he had planned and she merely hugged him and kept him home to be sure he didn't do anything like that again.  A year came and went and Vergil was back to 'normal', if being a brown eyed zombie was normal.