Dante whirled around, his roar shaking the very air as he parried a wicked thrust from a short sword that was inched from his face. Sparks erupted, illuminating the shop and scaring the surrounding people. His red eyes burned with rage, locking onto the two adventurers daring to challenge him.
The second human lunged, blade slashing at his neck, but Raoul materialized from the shadows and blocked the attack. Moments later, the Salty Hearth exploded into a vortex of carnage as the Black Knight, Bloodraven, Sulla, and Medea, alongside the Death Army, materialized like harbingers of doom, their blades causing screams and blood to echo out.
After minutes of the slaughter beginning, the air grew thick with the stench of death as Dante's excitement exploded. His eyes blazed thanks to the Death Mana rushing through his body, forcing the air around him to quake, killing anyone who got in the way. He raised his hands, dark power surging through his body like a tidal wave.
