[Ah. He blinks just in time as the guts splatter him. Vergilius spits, scowling a bit, but he's far too used to having someone's insides and fluids caked on his clothes and skin. That power, too, is all about that endless flowing curtain of blood, soaking his senses and body in its mantle.]
No, I think that's just your problem.
[The earring from his right ear dangles and shines as he shoves the gladius up into a monster's mouth. He glances over at Lobelia - he truly is the dancing madman,as if he is on a stage, performing to a beloved audience. But here, the audience is for him, and him alone, and he wonders how much anyone else has gotten to see of this.]
[He knows most people would run. He wouldn't. He's used to this carnage, after all.]
Is that snapping thing you do from this pact of yours?
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No, I think that's just your problem.
[The earring from his right ear dangles and shines as he shoves the gladius up into a monster's mouth. He glances over at Lobelia - he truly is the dancing madman,as if he is on a stage, performing to a beloved audience. But here, the audience is for him, and him alone, and he wonders how much anyone else has gotten to see of this.]
[He knows most people would run. He wouldn't. He's used to this carnage, after all.]
Is that snapping thing you do from this pact of yours?