The mercenary whirled to face the remaining figures, which had
kept their distance during his skirmish with the boy. Each aimed
a rifle at Dante and exuded a malevolent bloodlust. But for
whatever reason, they made no signs of movement.
"If you're not gonna come to me, I guess I'll have to go to you!"
Dante kicked off the ground with both legs, his long red coat
flapping wildly behind him like a tail. Rebellion snaked through
the air toward its prey before the black figures loosed the first
volley.