Disclaimer: I do not own huntik. If i did the Dante and Zhalia would be TOGETHER IN SEASON 2 FOR GODS SAKE

Credits to JaneEyre0 for inspiration :) anyways hope you guys like it so here goes~

Dante

I was cornered now. Whipping my head from side to side, I looked around for any probable exits. None remained. All around, the suits were closing in on me, like prowling wolves circling their prey, the air thick with sparks of tension and the promise of the kill.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Recently, Organisation activity had been flourishing in the depths of the Madagascar jungle. My mission was to scout for clues and report back to the huntik foundation without being noticed. However, just as I was about to leave, I found myself thoroughly outnumbered and surrounded. Still, atleast I had to try to make it out alive. For the team. Especially Zhalia. Drawing on that thought gave my strength from my exhausted body, sending bursts of adrenaline pulsing through my veins.

"Well, well, what do we have here? The famous Dante Vale, all alone without his friends." Rassimov chuckled grimly, with a predatory lookin his eyes.

"Twenty suits to take me down? I'm honoured.", I mocked Rassimov. However, inwardly I knew the chances of getting out of this fray alive was slim, if not non-existent. The odds were against me.

Enraged, Rassimov shouted at the suits "Get him!"

"Come out and play... Caliban!" No use preserving my strength. This was an all or nothing situation, and I wasn't planning on going down without a fight. At least, some part of my head thought, I would die doing what I loved most.

In a flash of blue light, Caliban appeared at my side, sword raised in a defensive stance. All around, titans appeared in starbursts of ominous red light, and in no time at all, a second ring of enemies surrounded me, with Redcaps and Minddrones snapping at Caliban'sheels. Even Caliban, strong enough as he was, would not be able to defend himself from such a swarm of attackers. Risking further weakening myself, I summoned Metagolem.

"Lend us your strength... Metagolem!"

Metagolem stomped into battle with all his glory, standing proud and tall, throwing his enemies into shadow. Flanked by my titans, we lunged into the offensive.

To say the battle was hard was an understatement. Cries of boltflare and augerfrost came from all directions, and instead of shielding myself, I avoided them, saving my power till it was needed. Some suits attacked me head on, while others stayed back and threw spells. Aiming vicious kicks and throwing punches to put the suits out of fighting condition, I gave it my all. It was a life and death situation, if I held back, I would be killed.

Meanwhile, Caliban and Metagolem were working in unison, with Metagolem throwing hapless foes into the deadly clutches of Caliban. With a whirlwind of the blade, the titans were quickly returned to their amulets with scything slashes from Caliban.

"Honourguard!" I shouted, as the suits threw augerfrost at me. Taking advantage of the situation, I picked out the weakened suits whose titans had been returned. Using nimblefire, I evaded their punches, tripping and overwhelming them with barrages of blows, until a pile of fifteen dazed suits laid at my feet.

Slightly alarmed at the decrease in my energy, I looked to where there were five suits left, fanning out in a row before me. Only then did I realise something was wrong. Where was Rassimov?

Whipping around, I turned just in time to see Caliban and Metagolem being destroyed by DeFoe's henchman (who had mysteriously appeared from nowhere) and his titan Breaker. I grimaced as the titans returned to their amulets, spent.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a thick pulsating stream of augerfrost heading towards me. I used armourbrand, but my energy reserves were too low, and it soon overwhelmed my meagre resistance. Black spots floated in my eyes as the energy slammed me at the foot of Rassimov, who was grinning wickedly.

'Ever... Fight...' I muttered, slowly under my breath. When nothing happened, I panicked. I didn't even have strength to use everfight. I was doomed. With the adrenaline rush fading, sharp spikes of pain burrowed through my arm like worms in the moist soil. Being battered so badly, I wasn't sure I would be able to make it out of this alive.

"Lets see you have a taste your own medicine, Dante Vale." Rassimov dragged the words slowly, laden with poison.

"So this is how the foundation's top seeker meets his end." He mocked, savouring every moment of the revenge he had been waiting to get.

My mind was in a whirl. Sophie, Lok, Zhalia, I had let them all down.

"Dragonfist!"

I remember flying through the air at the impact, waves of shock rippling through my torso. My last thought was of Zhalia.

I'm sorry Zhalia. Forgive me. I love you.

Allowing myself a grin, black fog overcame my thoughts as I succumbed to the darkness.