Fuck! Where the hell are you Dante!? You fucking coward!”
But Dante was in plain view.
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As the fist caught the older male the force was enough to get a small grunt out of the demon as he found himself flying backwards into the wall. The speed at which he hit the wall had pressed him deep into the stone, deep enough to imbed him there. Of course with demonic strength he could easily break away the stone and probably snap that Devil arm's wrist at any time but the point wasn't to do that. It was to do nothing at all so Nero would realize the gap between them and stop being an idiot and listen. He watched with bored orange eyes as the palm reared back for another strike, and another. The demon winced lightly with each hit and mused to himself how Nero seemed to solve all of his problems by crushing it with that arm of his. “I'm gonna say he's outta energy now.” The demon mumbled to himself after the fourth hit, pulling himself from the wall and stepping toward Nero. He wondered if the kid could even see him through the debris field, didn't matter though. Then something caught the legendary demon slayer off guard, a strong gust of wind knocked into Dante. “The hell?” He casually rubbed debris from his eyes in time to catch sight of the giant blue dragon palm about to smash into him. “Again?” Dante was surprised by how many times this kid could reproduce that attack of his but continued to ignore it. This time was different though.
Air left the demons powerful chest, causing him to cough and keel into the hand as it smashed into him, and then forced him into the wall. When the arm retracted Dante fell to his knees and glared at Nero through the cloud. “I don't know how but he just got stronge--” He was cut off by the palm suddenly smashing into him again. “And faster...” Dante thought to himself, finding himself in true pain for once in this fight. Any and all air that he had managed to reclaim after that first blow was crushed out of him in this one. The contours of the scaled and leathery skinned palm ground into his body, even if he possessed the strength to throw the hand off, he was crushed by the hand, none of his muscles could move under the pressure. Not even his chest. When the hand pulled away the force of the previous blow had pressed the air both out of Dante and out from between Dante and the hand for a moment the demon found himself plastered to the Teens palm, but that was just long enough for the giant fingers to curl around his body and pin him there as Nero prepared another blow to the wall where he believed Dante was. This time he kept his arm in a fist and through the last bit of his power into the hit, the force obliterated the entire stone wall and caused Dante to grunt in pain from inside the hand. “Where the hell is this power coming from.. that last attack should have drained him... he shouldn't even be standing anymore.” He narrowed his eyes in the confines of the hand. “The yamato shouldn't be giving him this power...” That was it, Dante knew what was going on and a look of horror dominated his normally collected demeanor. “That half of his body can subjugate power from Spardas line... he's sucking up my power and hitting me with it without even realizing it. Fuck... Dante you got yourself in a damn good mess this time.”
Nero cancelled out his demonic energy and the arm returned to its normal size and more organic appearance. But the weakened Dante did not emerge. “Hn.. that bitch ass demon must have packed his shit and ran. What ever, I have the sword, I'll find him sooner or later. When I do I'll be even stronger, if he got chicken shit over this I can't wait to pound his ass when I'm even stronger.” He casually paced over to one of the larger rocks, his bare human foot padding softly against the floor while his demonic foot effortlessly crushed and trampled over debris, lacking the sensitivity or need for protection that a soft useless human foot would. The young male took a breath, his sweaty muscular chest rose and bits of debris that had stuck to his sweat fell off, bouncing along the contours of his defined muscles before hitting the floor with a soft thud. Another breath of cool, fresh air that was now flooding the room due to the absence of a wall relaxed the male. His fists unclenched and a much smaller Dante fell out from his palm and landed between Nero's feet. Not seeing the tiny Dante, Nero sat down on a large stone and folded his arms behind his head. The cold air felt amazing as it washed over his nude, hot body. “Ahh.. I havn't relaxed since that fucker showed up. I forgot how nice it is to just sit back to catch your breath.” He told himself, stretching his legs and unknowingly running Dante over with his demonic foot, mistaking him for rubble. As the male daydreamed he began to play with the rubble with his feet, rolling it around and grabbing at the rounder pieces with his toes. The stone floor and the rubble its self got cold fast from the winter air outside the castle, the chilled rock soothed his hot, sore feet.
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