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Unexplainable. This is total abnormal strength.
Did the Intel fail us? Did Lady give us the wrong tip off?
This is ridiculous on all levels.
Urgh, the blood is pouring. I haven't felt pain this real for a long time. Well no doubt it's clear proof that I am still alive on some level and more importantly, there's something still capable of giving me a good time. Now I should just get up and take care of it like I usually do—
Wait, I can't get up. Did the joint on my left knee just popped?
Like I haven't run out of luck already.
Ah crap, now I can feel the sting of my bone fracturing inside. Have I gotten this soft?
"Stop struggling. It is useless."
Who said that? That doesn't sound like the kid's voice.
"Get your fucking hands off me!"
It's the kid now alright—is he captured? Oh man I really should have butted out of Dante's affair. I don't really wanna deal with the aftermath if there is one actually. That lazy ass might just hurl at me for not protecting his—
Oh yeah, Dante. Where the hell is he when you need him? That useless bum. You can most certainly prove yourself to be most useful if you're here right now. Can't you smell your mate in danger already? Screw those hormones and animalistic nature. They really are nothing but a pack of sex talk, are they?
"Are you the son of Sparda?"
Who's that talking again? It can't be from that demon now, can it? It sounds more human-like this time. The scent I picked up definitely belongs to a demon, nowhere possibly near humane as this. That aside, why is he looking for Dante?
"I'm not that asshole you're looking for so get your hands off me before I blow your brains out!"
The clinking of the cylinder sounds good; revolver shots are rapid and vibrant. I can hear bullets piercing flesh and blood splattering. Way to go kid—I can't be too far behind him. I gotta get him safe, at least back to Dante.
Shit, my eye hurts. Did the demon blind my eye? Why can't my damn right eye open?
"You fool!"
Tch, what's this wave of wind now? I better grab hold of something… Ah, got it. This leash of powers is monstrous, the hell's with this crazy source? Although I'm not seeing it, I certainly am aware of its immensity. In fact, it's been growing stronger since I first felt it. Or perhaps it should be the other way around—the lack of sight makes me realize how dire the situation is. Whatever the case, I gotta help the kid.
Trish finally picked herself up from the ground by touching the walls along the sides of the chapel. Feeling up the wound from her eye, a slice of debris protruded right above her damaged eye causing blood to flow profusely. Grabbing the tip of the foreign object, she tugged and pulled the splinter out in a single shot, growling at the sharp pain when removed. In complete control of the pain, she opened her injured eye with brute force and scrutinized the battlefield around—only capturing searing carnage and dithering dust in crimson red. Blood continued to flow down past her eye, but the wound had slowly begun to heal on its own.
After regaining partial sight, she had been frantically searching for Nero but he just wasn't within her vision. Stretching her area of scope, she limped closer towards the center of the church where she noticed the silhouette of the immense creature once more. Immediate instincts led her leaping for cover behind one of the damaged furniture. She peered from the corner of her defense, finally taking notice of a contorted shadow of another head appearing from the limbs of the creature apparently.
It must be Nero.
I gotta help him.
The blonde reloaded her guns and fired into the dusty background, dashing towards the crowd despite her injured appendage. Parallels of storm structures parachuted towards her as she dodged them carefully. She returned a couple of lightning shots as well, successfully striking the demon. Crowding mist finally dissipated and nightlight shone through the tearing from the ceiling. The silhouette glistened under the moonlight, brimming in cerulean and navy. It stood well over ten feet, with a pair of tinted sparks of gold illuminating in the night sky. Nero struggled eagerly in its binding grip though it was all vapid to the creature. While clasping onto the young devil hunter's waist sideways, it restricted the movements of the punk's bringer in the process. The lynx had claws abnormally huge, and the talons would graze the lad's limbs if he moved too much carelessly.
"Nero! Let go off him!"
"So… you're really not the Son of Sparda?" The demon hissed.
Son of Sparda. That's not something pleasant to hear after so long. Grudges? Vengeances? Any case, gotta get the kid outta here asap.
"About time you noticed, dipshit!" Nero raised his armed hand to the face of the creature, firing two sets of double shots instantly. The blue demon howled in sheer pain as he placed his free arm into his face. Making good use of his opening, the punk folded his knees upwards impaling them into the abdomen of the staggering mob. He ensued the impact was heavy and continued the assault again into the same spot, causing the grip around his waist to loosen from the demon—an opportunity that won't come twice. The half demon propelled himself against the sore wound of the enemy, stomping the soles of his boots into its torso to flip into the air while he revved up Red Queen and charged his revolver.
Hmmm… not bad. I'll throw in a helping hand. I'm counting this one on you, Nero.
Trish watched as Nero prepared to launch his counterattack and proceeded to assist the young half demon. She stood some distance from the creature and rapidly released rounds of lightning strikes. Although injuries were wearing her strength down, she gave as much as she could to pull off their attack. The punk released his charged shot and continuously fired while staying airborne in the process. In face to the well-coordinated combination, the creature could only grit its teeth as it felt its body pierced by the rain. In spite bounded by the fervid assault, it refused to retreat at all cost. And it wasn't about to go down without a fight as well.
Uh-oh. That doesn't look good… well, at least not for me.
Turning its back against Nero, the demon looked menacingly at Trish who wasn't too far away from him. Sprinting at full velocity, heavy stomps dashed across the broken flooring towards the female hunter. While at its charge, the creature summoned pillars of current around it, acting as a defending fortress against its adversaries. Nero noticed the sudden change in its pursuit and ceased firing, allowing his frame to land immediately onto the ground. As soon as his feet plunged onto the cold tiles, he exceeded Red Queen and executed Max-Act Streak across the carnage targeting the demon. The lad realized the creature's vantage over the female fighter which placed her at a greater risk than him.
He must get to her before it does.
Ha-ha, for an instance, how did I mistake Nero for Dante? That thoughtless act of bravery resounded exactly like him I guess. Disregarding your own safety and always trying to save the others just like him huh? Well well, that indeed is the kind of someone Dante needs. Someone he can rely on, someone he can entrust himself to all over again, someone who will save him if he ever falls again. Looks like my job's done after all…
… oh yea, and then there's my crappy leg not wanting to budge at a time like this. So guess what, I'll let you call the shots this time. If it's here you wanna stay, let's make sure we give it all out and end it with a bang.
"Get out of there!" Nero screamed at the woman who still had her feet plugged into the ground, discharging the jolts of electricity at the impeding demon. The lynx was just too fast, as though carried by wind, and the young demon hunter could only chase behind it, barely within reach making contact. Despite so, Trish stood still, trail of blood dripping from the corner of her bitten lips as she unleashed all of her energy against the rush. She winced in throe, fighting to her very last breath.
"Let it go Nero! He wants Dante! Get out of here!" The blonde yelled back to the lad behind the creature. "Get to Dante and protect him!"
Upon approaching the injured woman, the creature released all of his defenses expelling them outwards. A part of these attacks headed straight for Trish, bursting through her rain of lightning and collided straight into her torso. The impact lifted her off the ground, damaging her immensely as rivers of blood spilled from her throat. The badly bruised body scraped against the chapped ground over several feet before colliding into a wall. Further wounds began to surmount all over her exposed skin, scratching fresh cuts on the hunter.
"Die, woman."
Before Trish could turn around, the demon stood solemn behind her back. While preparing the final strike, it sensed a raging beat of energy charging towards it. Facing the adversary deviated to him, Nero skipped off the floor, gathering the spiral flames of Red Queen to dive his blade straight towards the creature ahead. The contact caused his flames to clash against the violent strokes of currents piercing against him, eruptive explosions rummaged through the attacks. Debris marking in the background hollered by the taste of impact, scattering bits of fragments carried in the wave. Sharp smashing noises echoed through the air—the tip of the young devil hunter's blade rattled against the long talons from his nemesis. It was quick and agile, setting a pace barely for Nero to keep up. This speed only picked up faster as the minutes rolled by and the punk was beginning to lose sight of the demon's movements.
Stealing a quick peek at his defeated acquaintance, her aura was weak but still beating. The given circumstances were making his high-tail futile. Nero clenched his bringer tightly while he continued sparring with the demon. However he knew he would soon be unable to keep up with it thus he had to end things before it happened. Fisting his bringer into the air, he shouted in coherence to the powers released from his body. Something that he would do usually just before he tri—
Shit. He can't trigger without Yamato.
The familiar action the punk gestured assured Trish that he had just tried to trigger.
Nero grimaced as he noticed the demonic enigma had ditched his body.
He completely forgot he abandoned it.
That full-blown opening resulted in the fatality of his decision for the demon leaped to his back, plunging his acute claws into his back. The incision travelled downwards from his shoulder blades to the arch of his waist, cascading blood in the most horrific gruesome way seen. Nero's irises stopped animating while the wound continued to build the burning sore. As the pain suddenly amplified throughout his body, he coughed more plasma out of his mouth before plummeting onto the cold lifeless floor. Glaring intently at the demon which stood beside him, he grabbed the handle of his sword tightly and swung towards it carelessly. Nevertheless the damage dealt to his body had greatly reduced most of his strength and speed which made his attempts pointless. Before the blade could touch his adversary, it had preemptively dodged the attack and latterly stomped one of its feet on Nero's wielding arm.
"Your attempts are futile."
"Oh yeah? Then let me get up so I can kick your ass."
"Though you claim you are not the Son of Sparda, I can smell his scent emitting all over your body. Are you his mate?"
Nero blushed at the sound of that vocabulary. It felt embarrassing for obvious or unknown reasons.
Trish amassed the balance of her strength clambering across the jagged tiles, trying to get to the kid's side. The minutes slipping by had begun to regenerate her wounds silently, but there wouldn't be enough time to recover at full capacity to battle the demon once more. Her miscalculations had gravely misjudged their enemy and this loss would definitely not stop at where it was now.
Seriously where the fuck are you Dante?
"Even if you don't wish to say anything, it is fine by me—since it doesn't change the fact that taking you will lead me to him eventually."
Oh hell.
As soon as the demon ended its sentence, it protruded its claw once more and gashed across Nero's chest this time. The punk widened his eyes from the brutal slash before he drifted into complete coma from the excessive lost of blood from both sides of his body. Wearing a complete look of helplessness afar, Trish gaped at the torments inflicted on the kid mercilessly. As soon as the agitated demon hunter was knocked out cold, the demon picked its victim from the ground and carried the motionless body over its shoulders. Despite her desperate efforts to get up from the floor, the female hunter could only witness her acquaintance being held captive by their enemy.
Stillness soon settled into the environment as all motions came to a halt. The moonlight hit on the bluish skin of the nemesis once more, but it soon faded into pale skin tone. Corners of his silhouette slowly shrunk from its animalistic state as its body tamed humanly. Trish watched the transformation in utter shock while the former demon paced up to her turned completely human. Even disturbingly, the wounds it had taken previously had completely healed.
His velvet long black hair fluttered in the softness of the light wind. Eyes illuminated that of the golden drops of the sun similar to his demon form. Porcelain-like complexion reflected as though white light against effulgence. He stood before Trish in the pair of completely torn black denim worn throughout the battle since he made entrance.
What on earth have I done? He's more than just a puck as far as my speculations are concerned. I should have grabbed the opportunity and retreated with Nero. It's my fault things escalated to this point. What should I do now? What can I do now? That figure of his, he can't be a—
"Tell the Son of Sparda that if he wants his mate back, he should know what to do." The human figure spoke aloud and subsequently made a turn for the exit with the punk unconscious on his shoulders.
"Wha-who are you?" Trish stuttered in between words, apparently still in much weakened state.
"I am Vladimir. Leader of Vientos. And I will have my revenge on the Son of Sparda."
Renouncing the battle, his shadow dithered out of Trish's sight before she gave into crick passing out cold.
Aite Nero fans, forgive me for bashing him up this badly. He's after all a kid who won't go down without a fight right?