"Swords don't win fights. Even flashy ones," Dante quipped.
He lashed out with a roundhouse kick, but Trish blocked the
move and responded with a jab to his throat. Dante felt the
tip of her sword brush air over him as it passed by.
Alastor sparked a blue bolt that zapped Dante square in the
Adam's apple. The disorienting shock was all Trish needed to
land a serious blow. She kicked Dante in the chest with
astonishing force. He tumbled backward, gasping for breath.
"Careless dog! You waste my time with the poverty of your
skills."