His white hair stuck to his face. Even the rain was too heavy for him to stand, forcing him to the ground. He was beat. Surrounded. Trapped. The demon-possessed armours stood, locked in position around him. He felt the pain of their swords in his back.
A flicker of fire in his heart started to burn. His eyes eyes started to burn with fury. His strength rushed back to him. He could feel the power inside him start to reveal itself. Struggling, he reached back for the long, sharp blades implanted in his back. His fists clenched around the highest two. A red essence appeared around his fists and the blades snapped easily. The demons all unlocked their fixed positions and took a step back. They could see the power inside him start to surface. Dante arose from the ground, his head down. The demons stood in their attack positions. Dante lifted his head. The power could be seen in his eyes. They glowed red with black vertical slits for pupils. The remaining blades in his back fell to the ground as his deep wounds began to heal rapidly.
His two trustworthy sidearms still sat sheathed on their holsters on his lower back. His arms reached slowly towards Ebony and Ivory. As he held them in his hands, they too began to become encased in the glowing red essence. His lightning speed allowed him to raise his arms in the blink of an eye. His eyes examined his targets, as if slowly choosing his targets, one by one.
"That hurt..." Dante said through his teeth as he picked his final target. He squinted his eyes. Everything felt like slow motion to him now. He could see his enemies' movements before they could strike.
Dante jumped high into the air as two demons lunged their swords towards him. He leaned backwards until he was upside-down, then he held a pistol to each of their heads and pulled their desiring triggers. The bullets flew straight through the armour and into the floor. The two suits of possessed armour collapsed to the ground with a loud crash. Dante landed on one knee on the floor. He looked up and stood, holding his arms out to his sides. He span clockwise, pulling the trigger of Ebony and Ivory each time they targeted a demon's head. He knelt down again as the last two sets of armour crashed to the floor. A smug smile crept onto his face as he slowly panted. His eyes rounded again as they returned to their normal state.
He stood back up and stretched. Looking for the Rebellion, he sheathed Ebony and Ivory. He walked towards the Rebellion, which lay stabbed into the ground a few steps from where Dante stood. He walked towards it, picked it up, and sheathed it on the back of his coat. He walked with his usual hands-in-pockets walk towards the exit.