“You’re nothing more than a one-trick pony,” said Vergil.

“Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｎｏｔ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｒｉｖｅｒ ｉｎ Ｈｅｌｌ．”

Vergil watched the sea for the Hellcaptain’s next attack. But he was looking in the wrong place. Hell was a twisted knot of intersecting rivers, Vergil knew this. So it shouldn’t have come as a great surprise when the Lethe firmament broke and spewed Phlegethon’s flames upon him. The force of Hell’s burning river was too much to bear— and it forced Vergil to kneel on his shark. It was doubtless close to death from such an attack. Vergil looked down.

Sharpedo was fine. The fire, it seemed, was not very effective.

Vergil left the firefall, stood up and waved the Defibrillators of Chaos, Dr. Kratos, over the more important parts of his body. Healing flames burned his charred skin away and left it afresh. Vergil turned around. The lead was his, but it was greatly diminished. And while Sharpedo wasn’t terribly injured, the Phlegethon’s muck had diminished some of its momentum. Vergil rubbed Dr. Kratos on Sharpedo’s skin, just to be safe.

So this was the Hellcaptain’s true power— to quite literally bend the rivers of Hell to his will. Cocytus, Phlegethon, Lethe, Acheron, even the Styx— all could be weaponized. Formidable, to be sure. But not so impressive that Vergil could’t counter it.

- Ragnarust Round 2