Dante was scarcely able to keep track of Chen, who rushed
here and there in bewildering streaks to deliver his insults.
Dante closed his eyes and waited intently.
Poor Dante.
Pitiful Dante.
Let's end it now, shall we?
Farewell.
The blurred vision of Chen grabbed his sword and waved it
high in the air.
This is goodbye, Dante!
"I've had enough of your crap, Chen." Dante hurled Rebellion
into the center of Chen's forehead. Chen burbled in
response, spitting blood from his mouth. Dante tugged on the
hilt of his sword and split Chen's head in two.
At that same moment, his adversary's sword plunged into
Dante's right arm.
"I must be tired to open myself up to that," Dante remarked.
Chen just gurgled.
Dante's new wound meant both his arms were now useless.
Neither sword nor gun was an option now. "I guess I'll just
have to kick you to death."