Sensing a strange tremor, the remaining white hunters turned their lenses in its direction. At first, they only saw a pile of debris, the destruction resulting from their constant use of energy beams. Before they could scan for what was beyond it, something suddenly burst out, scattering broken concrete and bent metal sheets.
Dante landed a short distance away, already in a fighting stance. Behind the dark visor of his black armor, his face was contorted with anger. His glare was locked on a short distance away, on a girl with honey brown skin and short curly hair, the color of charcoal. The look on her face was more childish than intimidating, but all it did was fuel his anger and fear.
That thing went for his neck. It swung that blue energy blade just as he was distracted, and if it wasn't for 8-3, his head would have gone flying.
'How is it?'
