12-03-2015, 01:07 AM
Well, this had turned interesting awfully quick. From his first interactions with this old-fashioned warrior, to their subsequent alliance, to their encounter with this newer Prime, Dante could almost be surprised with how easy it was to tick off this Exorcist. It was as if he bore same sort of attitude as the half-blood himself, from back when Devil May Cry was nothing but a half-baked business idea. So young, reckless, and willing to use violence as a solution to most any problem.
If nothing else, Dante's maturation had mostly left that mindset behind. But he'd be damned if that kind of bullcrap wasn't somewhat entertaining to watch, even when being on the receiving end. Now, after souring Kanda over his choice of mount, the exorcist had up and stopped at the gate to the Moors. Apparently, according the long-haired man, their path was being blocked by a three-bladed, quasi-drunken swordsman who just happened to be standing incredulously at Dante's loud-ass motorcycle.
Once the two swordfighters traded a couple of threats and insults, they soon turned to drawing their weapons and exchanging blows. Oh, this was gonna be good, Dante thought as he cut the engine and brought out the metaphorical popcorn.
Dante, for his part, didn't see much reason to get involved- never mind the fact that it was technically his roaring engine that kind of started this hold-up. Simply, it wasn't in the devil hunter's style to get into these kinds of fights with purely random strangers, and if it were just him he'd have moved on already. If this hot-blooded exorcist wanted to get into a fight over something petty, then it was going to be strictly Kanda's fault.
At any rate, the Son of Sparda at least got to be treated to a preview of both men's fighting styles. Kanda fought with a strange black straight-sword designed vaguely like a japanese weapon, while the stranger looked to wield one of the three katana at his belt. Why would one person even need that many identical swords at a time, unless he had some hidden way to triple-wield - or if the man was just extremely reckless with his weapons. Nevertheless, the bladefighter wielded a surprising amount of speed and finesse (with a fine helping of extravagance on top!), but the exorcist was able to match it and more, easily navigating about the hunter's slashes.
While Kanda went untouched, he however found himself staggered by the other man's sheer strength, thrown back over several feet just by blocking a lunging strike. As the exorcist ground to a halt, surprised and leering at the well-toned opponent that hadn't seemed to manifest until just then. "Boy, he's actually pretty ripped," Dante's voice egged Yu on tauntingly, "Sure you don't need to tag out, or-?"
"Quiet. I can handle him myself," the hot-blooded warrior spat back as the swordsman put a second katana at the ready. The two fighters clashed again, the pirate hunter giving no quarry as he let loose an intense field of slashes only a trained swordsman could pull off. Despite the manic attacks, Kanda kept true to his word and held his own, matching the swipes of both dancing blades with his own single one.
Dante's chest heaved a single chuckle as he leaned forward on the motorbike, crossing his arms on the handlebars. The sights gave the Son of Sparda flashbacks to his own couple of fights with his brother, with how impossibly fast they could battle. Still, Dante wouldn't deny that Vergil's speed and skill could surpass his own. For being twins, they really had been radically different - but at the same time, not so much so.
The stranger doubled back, mumbling something beneath his breath- he clearly hadn't been expecting Yu to be as skilled as he proved to be. Of course, neither man was set on giving up this battle yet, and the exorcist took the opening in initiative to prepare his next move. "You have no idea what you are dealing with," Kanda firmly declared, the two fighters staring cold daggers into each other. "I'll make you regret challenging me!"
If nothing else, Dante's maturation had mostly left that mindset behind. But he'd be damned if that kind of bullcrap wasn't somewhat entertaining to watch, even when being on the receiving end. Now, after souring Kanda over his choice of mount, the exorcist had up and stopped at the gate to the Moors. Apparently, according the long-haired man, their path was being blocked by a three-bladed, quasi-drunken swordsman who just happened to be standing incredulously at Dante's loud-ass motorcycle.
Once the two swordfighters traded a couple of threats and insults, they soon turned to drawing their weapons and exchanging blows. Oh, this was gonna be good, Dante thought as he cut the engine and brought out the metaphorical popcorn.
Dante, for his part, didn't see much reason to get involved- never mind the fact that it was technically his roaring engine that kind of started this hold-up. Simply, it wasn't in the devil hunter's style to get into these kinds of fights with purely random strangers, and if it were just him he'd have moved on already. If this hot-blooded exorcist wanted to get into a fight over something petty, then it was going to be strictly Kanda's fault.
At any rate, the Son of Sparda at least got to be treated to a preview of both men's fighting styles. Kanda fought with a strange black straight-sword designed vaguely like a japanese weapon, while the stranger looked to wield one of the three katana at his belt. Why would one person even need that many identical swords at a time, unless he had some hidden way to triple-wield - or if the man was just extremely reckless with his weapons. Nevertheless, the bladefighter wielded a surprising amount of speed and finesse (with a fine helping of extravagance on top!), but the exorcist was able to match it and more, easily navigating about the hunter's slashes.
While Kanda went untouched, he however found himself staggered by the other man's sheer strength, thrown back over several feet just by blocking a lunging strike. As the exorcist ground to a halt, surprised and leering at the well-toned opponent that hadn't seemed to manifest until just then. "Boy, he's actually pretty ripped," Dante's voice egged Yu on tauntingly, "Sure you don't need to tag out, or-?"
"Quiet. I can handle him myself," the hot-blooded warrior spat back as the swordsman put a second katana at the ready. The two fighters clashed again, the pirate hunter giving no quarry as he let loose an intense field of slashes only a trained swordsman could pull off. Despite the manic attacks, Kanda kept true to his word and held his own, matching the swipes of both dancing blades with his own single one.
Dante's chest heaved a single chuckle as he leaned forward on the motorbike, crossing his arms on the handlebars. The sights gave the Son of Sparda flashbacks to his own couple of fights with his brother, with how impossibly fast they could battle. Still, Dante wouldn't deny that Vergil's speed and skill could surpass his own. For being twins, they really had been radically different - but at the same time, not so much so.
The stranger doubled back, mumbling something beneath his breath- he clearly hadn't been expecting Yu to be as skilled as he proved to be. Of course, neither man was set on giving up this battle yet, and the exorcist took the opening in initiative to prepare his next move. "You have no idea what you are dealing with," Kanda firmly declared, the two fighters staring cold daggers into each other. "I'll make you regret challenging me!"