[That's all he needs, his eyes following the arch of the salt flying through the air.
Vergil moves in a blur, the sharpened edge of Yamato once again reaching towards the sky when the container is right above his head. It slices cleanly, spraying salt in a clean, almost mesmerizing white shower. It has no choice but to land on the slimes surrounding them...
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Vergil moves in a blur, the sharpened edge of Yamato once again reaching towards the sky when the container is right above his head. It slices cleanly, spraying salt in a clean, almost mesmerizing white shower. It has no choice but to land on the slimes surrounding them...
And all on Vergil, too.]