“Have to nail him. He’s a dangerous bastard!” said Dante.
Without taking his flaming eyes from Dante, Balrog arched and roared. A whirlwind caused the
tails of Dante’s duster to flap, but he didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. The air shook from the heart-
thrumming howl. Dante only glanced at the enemy, still holding his sword tightly in his hand.
“Lucia—wait on the sidelines. This is a job for me,” Dante asked his companion, and before she
could answer, he rushed Balrog with his sword.
The flames that covered the demon soared to the sky.
Rebellion and Balrog’s fist clashed, and a powerful shock wave shook the hot air.