Dante rushed toward Trish at blistering speed, Rebellion
singing at his side.
His opponent simply stared at him with contempt. "You waste
my time with such rash moves!" Trish nimbly evaded the
giant sword. But before the stroke was completed, Dante
brought Ivory to bear and unleashed a torrent of bullets. Trish
deflected the barrage with Alastor.
Dante swung again, and this time Trish anticipated the dual
attack. She spun to avoid his blade and brought her own
crashing down on Dante's pistol. But he had already dropped
the weapon and withdrawn his hand. Too late, she realized it
was feint.
Dante pressed Ebony into her temple with his other hand. If I
were her, I'd duck and slice.
Trish immediately ducked below the barrel and swung her
sword. But Dante's empty hand now grasped Rebellion,
which carved deep into her left shoulder. Trish howled in
anguish and fell to the ground.
Dante pressed the attack, not wanting to waste his
advantage. He emptied Ebony into her kneecaps.
Screaming, Trish hauled herself up with her arms. Her legs
might be useless, but Dante knew she could still prove a
formidable threat if she launched herself into the air using
Alastor's powers.
He couldn't let that happen.
"It's over, Trish." Dante raised Ivory and aimed directly at her
forehead. "Again."
A single gunshot rang out across the battlefield.