To put it in the simplest terms possible, Dante's current state was quite volatile. He had been on a bloodlust-induced rampage for a few days now, so putting the enemy he was after right in front of him was like putting old, weathered wood beside a raging fire. He wanted nothing more than to rip the skull-faced bastard apart, and because of that, holding back became more and more difficult over time.
Dante's goal wasn't to murder the Black Skull lieutenant—death would be too merciful a punishment for him. For the time being, breaking his limbs and incapacitating him would do, but that was looking like it was going to be more difficult than he previously thought.
'Barriers?' He asked internally.
[That does not seem to be the case.] Volcan replied.
"C'mon now, where did all that rush go! Don't tell me you're out of juice already!"
