As if to prove him right, something emerged from the spreading flames, pulling burning ropes away. The horns on its head told him it was the hero he was fighting, but the proportions told a different story. Going by his skin, which was several shades darker than it was just earlier, it appeared like he had shrunk to half his size after getting overcooked.
That didn't seem to deter the horned hero. Despite his current state, Dante could still see the maniacal grin on his face as he raised both arms above his head, bending his whole body in preparation for a hammer attack.
'Dragon Flame!'
A bright beam pierced the hero's left flank just as he reached Dante. His eyes widened before regaining their focus, pushed down by his angled brows and gritted teeth. He tried to deliver the attack nonetheless, fighting through the pain, but several other beams pierced him before he could, killing most of the force he had prepared.
