“Hmm?” He lifted a brow in something akin to surprise. What curious little monsters they were— But they were closing in. Curiosity could come later then.
“How rude. You really don’t have any manners, do you?”
There was a flash of white— and in the blink of an eye they’d vanished, a holy spell doing quick work of them. They seemed to not take very well to white magic he’d noted.
Vergil stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Impressive. So, this thing could use a sorcery that he’d never seen before. Well, perhaps he was worth the demon’s time after all.
“The name is Vergil, son of Sparda,” he said, turning around. He kept his hands at his side, but prepared himself to draw his weapon, after all, even he could admit that his initial introduction was less than… cordial.