Without Hell’s rivers at his disposal, the Hellcaptain was sufficiently defanged.

Or so he thought until a massive geyser erupted from the ocean. A tendril of water smashed into Vergil and sent him careening through the sky. He flew into yet another waiting twister, which pulled water from the sea all the way up to the skies. Banagher was trapped. But he didn’t have to move. Not when he had control of the oceans. Vergil would have to make him move, then.

- Ragnarust Round 5