Metal Mug
Sweat and blood mixed down Vick's forehead as he muttered, "What do you mean by pure energy?"
Moments later, a roar echoed from behind Sanguina, accompanied by spit flying past her and splattering around the crowd of soldiers, both injured and standing. The soldiers flinched as the vile substance hit the ground, sizzling upon contact.
As the spit approached her, it disintegrated into thin air. Sanguina smirked, her confidence unshaken. "Do we have a deal or not? I'll kill all these pesky creatures, and in return, you hand-deliver me to Nanako. Sound fair?"
Vick swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Sure, if you want to give yourself a death sentence, go for it."