[He grabs a monster by the throat, scarred fingers clenching hard to burst into the flesh, ignoring the spray of blood, before he swerves and throws it Lobelia's way not unlike a pitcher at a baseball tournament. The bleeding body goes flying, Vergilius's eyes following the arc of it with blazing eyes that cause a clear trail of light with the movement. If it hits the other, if it doesn't...he doesn't particular care.]
[He lets out a little huff, almost a laugh, as he shifts his other hand, clutching the gladius, to shank into the limb of a monster attempting to slash over his back. There's an odd heat that comes directly from it, its dark metal glowing a vivid red.]
[There's the smell of burning flesh as he pulls it out, smoke billowing from the edge.]
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[He grabs a monster by the throat, scarred fingers clenching hard to burst into the flesh, ignoring the spray of blood, before he swerves and throws it Lobelia's way not unlike a pitcher at a baseball tournament. The bleeding body goes flying, Vergilius's eyes following the arc of it with blazing eyes that cause a clear trail of light with the movement. If it hits the other, if it doesn't...he doesn't particular care.]
[He lets out a little huff, almost a laugh, as he shifts his other hand, clutching the gladius, to shank into the limb of a monster attempting to slash over his back. There's an odd heat that comes directly from it, its dark metal glowing a vivid red.]
[There's the smell of burning flesh as he pulls it out, smoke billowing from the edge.]
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