11-10-2015, 10:13 PM
If he was being honest, Dante would admit that he wasn't really looking forward to this fight. Not that the matchup was a concern - fighting a dark magician in a depopulated urban sprawl happened to be far from the least desirable of fights, in the devil hunter's book. Even if his opponent possessed absolutely no redeeming qualities whatsoever, the half-devil wasn't going to feel good whether he won or lost. He had to make a preference, though, and living generally proved to be better than dying.
I thought you said death was cheap-
"Shut up," Dante spat harshly, wasting no more time lamenting on his omnipresent fault. Only two fighters, two flags they stood beneath, and one battle to be won. "Let's get this over with."
Again, the gong rang out with the blow of the hammer, and the devil hunter was off in an instant. The kingdom's signage and weaponry went unnoticed, or perhaps Dante simply didn't care. As the flashy mercenary vaulted off the building and hit the ground running, his hands found Ebony & Ivory, pulling both handguns out for quick use in the near future. Magus had seemed to mirror Dante's lack of caring, as the wafting remains of violet smoke were all that remained of the dark mage's presence on his own building.
Dante had played easy the last two rounds, fooling around with his foes. This time, the devil hunter was all business, and his business was booming. He slowed down as he reached the plaza of the city mock-up, tails of his coat whipping gallantly as he spun about on his heel. Like a living carousel, Dante rotated slowly in place, guns pointed from either side, head darting back and forth at the classical constructions around him. That magician fancied himself an easy hider, but there was no way he would to reappear without getting a few holes in his mug.
Can you feel it? Those violent, whipping howls - the black wind is strong...
A violet-hued mist began to coalesce around Dante, the air becoming thick around where he stood. Despite his wariness, the cloud did well to disguise the puff of smoke that reintroduced Magus to the world. Brandishing a shortsword, he lunged forward to nab the cocky red-coat in the back, the smaller blade dancing past the larger one on Dante's back. A sting of pain shot up the half-devil's side, and he suddenly twisted in the other direction, blindsiding Magus with a pistol whip to the side of his head.
With a deft roll away in retaliation, Magus left Dante alone in the miasma, allowing the latter to silently become powerless. The tiring aches from the last round seemed to return with a vengeance, and the devil hunter found it difficult to hold up his guns.
A bolt of roiling black energy burst on Dante's shoulder blade, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out. The burning pain invaded his brain, beginning to overwhelm his senses. This smoke wasn't just that - with every breath, the half-devil found his wounds pulsing with pain, the cleric's magics becoming undone. Another orb of Gloom darted for the half-devil's figure, and the ensuing blast to his stomach almost made him double over.
Dante desperately whirled his vision about, but he could see and feel only the mist. No matter- with a grunting heave, the nephilim launched himself as high as he could go. Still, it was not enough, the purple clouds still wafting about even 10 meters into the air. "Damn you!" Dante cried out indirectly to Magus as he fell back to earth. His boots planted harshly on the cobbled earth, and the nephilim found himself dropping to one knee.
"I'm no fool. I know who you are, what you are like," the devilish voice spoke from the shroud of darkness, "-and I will ensure you fall before me."
Don't listen, Dante. You can't hold back, use all your power, show this accused devil who is-
"SHUT UP!" Dante screamed in hatred, clicking out a flurry of bullets in a field around him. A voice cried out in pain and surprise, and the furious Son of Sparda stopped only to lock onto the source and pursue it. Summoning every ounce of mortal strength in his body, the devil hunter ran forth with fury in his eyes, his path set alight with streams of .45 ACP rounds.
Finally, he burst free of the miasma- and that shortsword stabbed at him again.
I thought you said death was cheap-
"Shut up," Dante spat harshly, wasting no more time lamenting on his omnipresent fault. Only two fighters, two flags they stood beneath, and one battle to be won. "Let's get this over with."
Again, the gong rang out with the blow of the hammer, and the devil hunter was off in an instant. The kingdom's signage and weaponry went unnoticed, or perhaps Dante simply didn't care. As the flashy mercenary vaulted off the building and hit the ground running, his hands found Ebony & Ivory, pulling both handguns out for quick use in the near future. Magus had seemed to mirror Dante's lack of caring, as the wafting remains of violet smoke were all that remained of the dark mage's presence on his own building.
Dante had played easy the last two rounds, fooling around with his foes. This time, the devil hunter was all business, and his business was booming. He slowed down as he reached the plaza of the city mock-up, tails of his coat whipping gallantly as he spun about on his heel. Like a living carousel, Dante rotated slowly in place, guns pointed from either side, head darting back and forth at the classical constructions around him. That magician fancied himself an easy hider, but there was no way he would to reappear without getting a few holes in his mug.
Can you feel it? Those violent, whipping howls - the black wind is strong...
A violet-hued mist began to coalesce around Dante, the air becoming thick around where he stood. Despite his wariness, the cloud did well to disguise the puff of smoke that reintroduced Magus to the world. Brandishing a shortsword, he lunged forward to nab the cocky red-coat in the back, the smaller blade dancing past the larger one on Dante's back. A sting of pain shot up the half-devil's side, and he suddenly twisted in the other direction, blindsiding Magus with a pistol whip to the side of his head.
With a deft roll away in retaliation, Magus left Dante alone in the miasma, allowing the latter to silently become powerless. The tiring aches from the last round seemed to return with a vengeance, and the devil hunter found it difficult to hold up his guns.
A bolt of roiling black energy burst on Dante's shoulder blade, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out. The burning pain invaded his brain, beginning to overwhelm his senses. This smoke wasn't just that - with every breath, the half-devil found his wounds pulsing with pain, the cleric's magics becoming undone. Another orb of Gloom darted for the half-devil's figure, and the ensuing blast to his stomach almost made him double over.
Dante desperately whirled his vision about, but he could see and feel only the mist. No matter- with a grunting heave, the nephilim launched himself as high as he could go. Still, it was not enough, the purple clouds still wafting about even 10 meters into the air. "Damn you!" Dante cried out indirectly to Magus as he fell back to earth. His boots planted harshly on the cobbled earth, and the nephilim found himself dropping to one knee.
"I'm no fool. I know who you are, what you are like," the devilish voice spoke from the shroud of darkness, "-and I will ensure you fall before me."
Don't listen, Dante. You can't hold back, use all your power, show this accused devil who is-
"SHUT UP!" Dante screamed in hatred, clicking out a flurry of bullets in a field around him. A voice cried out in pain and surprise, and the furious Son of Sparda stopped only to lock onto the source and pursue it. Summoning every ounce of mortal strength in his body, the devil hunter ran forth with fury in his eyes, his path set alight with streams of .45 ACP rounds.
Finally, he burst free of the miasma- and that shortsword stabbed at him again.
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