“Many of our kind control the fire,” answered Balrog. “Do not compare me with those weaklings!
Do you think you can ward off my hot fist!?”
The demon threw up the limb, slamming it to the ground. He recovered quickly, immediately
raising his claws above his head with a monstrous speed.
“Die!” growled the demon—and with the full might of his demonic power, he smashed his fists
down onto Dante.
The dust rose from the blow and covered the enemy’s figure in a cloud. Lucia couldn’t see
anything.
“Dante?!”
As the dust began to settle, Lucia was taken aback. The demonic fist Balrog had used to smear
Dante into the ground had frozen mere centimeters above the devil hunter. Looking closer, she noticed
that Dante and Balrog appeared to be separated by some kind of invisible wall.
“What?”
Balrog snarled, slamming the fist again into the invisible wall. But the devil hunter in front of him
was holding a peculiar weapon: three metal claws on chains, attached to a metal ring.
“Been waiting a long time to use this,” said Dante, and the wall in front of him smashed apart
upon his command. “I can’t stand the steam room.”
Some fragments from the wall scattered as far back as where Lucia stood. She leaned over,
picking up one of the pieces: ice glittered in her hand.
...an ice weapon?! How bizarre!
With the wall in fragments, Balrog staggered back, but then straightened and clenched his fist
again. Dante twisted the chains with practised skill, spending time juggling the weapon from shoulder to
shoulder and stood in an unprecedented stance, just like the hero in a martial arts film. The only
difference? The chains on the ring Dante wielded blew frost across the field.