A powerful thrust pierced his armor, and a vicious slash carved a deep gash through it. A violent impact followed. As the world swayed around him, Dante caught its source in the corner of his eye. The blond bastard was back. His clothes were torn, but other than that, he looked completely fine.
Unlike the last few times he got hit, Dante's perception was still accelerated to the max. Everything around him happened in slow motion. The Aether spear in his hand shattered, and his body went flying. As his vision suddenly went red, Volcan's panicked voice sounded in his mind.
[Dante! We are taking considerable damage! At this rate-]
9-3 will be destroyed. Dante knew as much, but he couldn't do much about it. His body refused to respond. He couldn't move at all, and just thinking about it felt a labor of incredible magnitude.
