The explosions started a moment later.
A rocky rain scrabbled against the riverbed amid peals of
thunder that worked their way up the ravine. Dozens of scarlet
eruptions bloomed one after the other. Dante whipped out his
guns and danced around the explosions. Through the plumes of
acrid smoke he could see that the mountain road above him
was awash in a sea of fire.
It wasn't a magical attack. I've never heard of a demon using
bombs. So it must be...Dante ducked and weaved his way
through the bombardment. He briefly considered that he might
have stumbled onto a construction site or blast quarry. But the
military helicopter hovering just beyond the flames suggested
otherwise.