The Salle, Saturday Afternoon
Dante didn't go to the salle much. It wasn't his style; he'd known Rebellion all his life, and he didn't see much of a point in practicing.
But now he had a whole bunch of new toys. It wouldn't hurt to test 'em out somewhere without demons, right? Right.
"Not right," Dante muttered, staring, a few minutes later. Red flecks of demonic energy poured off of him, wafting gently into the air. Very little remained of most of the dummies in the room. "Okay. Bad idea."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His attention was drawn by a sparkle of red in the air, and he stared up.
Seriously. What the hell was he turning into?
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But now he had a whole bunch of new toys. It wouldn't hurt to test 'em out somewhere without demons, right? Right.
"Not right," Dante muttered, staring, a few minutes later. Red flecks of demonic energy poured off of him, wafting gently into the air. Very little remained of most of the dummies in the room. "Okay. Bad idea."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His attention was drawn by a sparkle of red in the air, and he stared up.
Seriously. What the hell was he turning into?
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