09-19-2015, 02:00 PM
"Seriously? Just shut up and fight, chalk-face."
With a rude answer to a rude question, Dante took the moment of clashed blades to adopt his two-handed grip in any case, completing at least the second intent of his preliminary attack. That counter-attack leading into the blade clash had ruined his momentum plan, but he'd preserve nonetheless.
It didn't even much seem like Zangetsu had paid any mind to the words the Son of Sparda had to share, focusing more on the battle... and getting on Dante's nerves. For better or worse, one supposed- to Dante, it was just more proof that this was getting to be a waste of time. And unlike a showdown with Vergil resulting in a combat filled with only their might and skill, Zangetsu seemed to be rather keen at psychological warfare as well, making this a battle on two fronts. Prove Zangetsu's instinct wrong and lose the fight, or win and prove him right?
Obviously, the answer was the one in which that damn sword spirit died and got out of Dante's hair.
With a burst of strength, Dante took Rebellion in both hands and manually followed through with his strike, looking to knock back to disarm Zangetsu's huge sword with the notches at the end of his own blade. Before that could strike true, however, the wicked white figure jumped away and retorted with a wide downward slash aimed for Dante's raised hands. Not one to fall for such a maneuver so quickly, the devil hunter quickly ducked and threw himself into a forward-side roll, following the direction of the massive katana to avoid it. His success, however, was marked by a thin, sharp scratch that scarred his jacket and ran up his lower back.
Righting himself from his narrow dodge, Dante swing Rebellion hard at Zangetsu's torso, hoping to damage an arm. Zangetsu was able to quickly deflect the attack with a mere lifting of his blade. Unfazed, the spry devil hunter merely spun the broadsword over his head to go for another pass; this, too, the hollow easily avoided and countered with his own big slash to Dante's midsection. He attempted to fall back to avoid it, but like before earned a small gash on his side for the effort. Before Dante could act further yet, Zangetsu lunged forward to lash out for the half-devil's head, with Dante only just able to block it with a slash of his own.
The blades clashed, grinding against each other and sending tiny sparks scattering to the ground. Once more, Dante tried and failed to take up the offensive, the hollow zanpakuto able to easily rebuke any attack. The spirit was too fast for Dante to match, and his skill over his weapon seemed to rival Dante's own - or had Dante merely gotten worse since entering the Omniverse?
This cycling of blows ran through once more, with Dante trying to whack down Zangetsu only to be repeatedly countered. Finally, after their third clashing of blades, the Son of Sparda allowed himself to fall back, pushing away to distance the two fighters. It seemed only Dante was experiencing any strain whatsoever, working hard to just barely keep up with Zangetsu. Moreover, the half-devil's frustration was too evident, something the white figure seemed to draw a lot of satisfaction from; that fact, too, redoubled Dante's fury.
As he faltered, however, Zangetsu seized the moment and taunted Dante again: "Aw, did you go and wear yourself out, Dante-boy?"
The devil hunter sneered spitefully at the hollow's pet name for him, but it only seemed to confirm the question to Zangetsu. He leered smugly at a teeth-grinding Dante for a moment, his sword held idly, when he suddenly declared, "Oh, what a damn shame. And here I was, thinking you might be an actual challenge. But then again, this must be why you came to me for help-"
"I said, shut up and fight!" Dante cried out with undeniable fury, punctuating his demands by rearing back and then chucking Rebellion like a javelin at Zangetsu. He quickly followed up by drawing his twin handguns Ebony & Ivory and clicking out several shots. If he couldn't match the swordfighter up close, he'd have to take the element of surprise and do it at range. The Son of Sparda didn't want to so quickly resort to his alter ego...
With a rude answer to a rude question, Dante took the moment of clashed blades to adopt his two-handed grip in any case, completing at least the second intent of his preliminary attack. That counter-attack leading into the blade clash had ruined his momentum plan, but he'd preserve nonetheless.
It didn't even much seem like Zangetsu had paid any mind to the words the Son of Sparda had to share, focusing more on the battle... and getting on Dante's nerves. For better or worse, one supposed- to Dante, it was just more proof that this was getting to be a waste of time. And unlike a showdown with Vergil resulting in a combat filled with only their might and skill, Zangetsu seemed to be rather keen at psychological warfare as well, making this a battle on two fronts. Prove Zangetsu's instinct wrong and lose the fight, or win and prove him right?
Obviously, the answer was the one in which that damn sword spirit died and got out of Dante's hair.
With a burst of strength, Dante took Rebellion in both hands and manually followed through with his strike, looking to knock back to disarm Zangetsu's huge sword with the notches at the end of his own blade. Before that could strike true, however, the wicked white figure jumped away and retorted with a wide downward slash aimed for Dante's raised hands. Not one to fall for such a maneuver so quickly, the devil hunter quickly ducked and threw himself into a forward-side roll, following the direction of the massive katana to avoid it. His success, however, was marked by a thin, sharp scratch that scarred his jacket and ran up his lower back.
Righting himself from his narrow dodge, Dante swing Rebellion hard at Zangetsu's torso, hoping to damage an arm. Zangetsu was able to quickly deflect the attack with a mere lifting of his blade. Unfazed, the spry devil hunter merely spun the broadsword over his head to go for another pass; this, too, the hollow easily avoided and countered with his own big slash to Dante's midsection. He attempted to fall back to avoid it, but like before earned a small gash on his side for the effort. Before Dante could act further yet, Zangetsu lunged forward to lash out for the half-devil's head, with Dante only just able to block it with a slash of his own.
The blades clashed, grinding against each other and sending tiny sparks scattering to the ground. Once more, Dante tried and failed to take up the offensive, the hollow zanpakuto able to easily rebuke any attack. The spirit was too fast for Dante to match, and his skill over his weapon seemed to rival Dante's own - or had Dante merely gotten worse since entering the Omniverse?
This cycling of blows ran through once more, with Dante trying to whack down Zangetsu only to be repeatedly countered. Finally, after their third clashing of blades, the Son of Sparda allowed himself to fall back, pushing away to distance the two fighters. It seemed only Dante was experiencing any strain whatsoever, working hard to just barely keep up with Zangetsu. Moreover, the half-devil's frustration was too evident, something the white figure seemed to draw a lot of satisfaction from; that fact, too, redoubled Dante's fury.
As he faltered, however, Zangetsu seized the moment and taunted Dante again: "Aw, did you go and wear yourself out, Dante-boy?"
The devil hunter sneered spitefully at the hollow's pet name for him, but it only seemed to confirm the question to Zangetsu. He leered smugly at a teeth-grinding Dante for a moment, his sword held idly, when he suddenly declared, "Oh, what a damn shame. And here I was, thinking you might be an actual challenge. But then again, this must be why you came to me for help-"
"I said, shut up and fight!" Dante cried out with undeniable fury, punctuating his demands by rearing back and then chucking Rebellion like a javelin at Zangetsu. He quickly followed up by drawing his twin handguns Ebony & Ivory and clicking out several shots. If he couldn't match the swordfighter up close, he'd have to take the element of surprise and do it at range. The Son of Sparda didn't want to so quickly resort to his alter ego...