[ This domain's creator and resident proveyor is not entirely wrong--Dante really doesn't know what he's running headfirst into, but that's exactly how he finds out what.

What he doesn't expect is for anyone else to be wandering around these parts. A very human voice shouting out at him from down the dirt road would give pause, but he's already mid air. It's lights, camera, action and no takebacks.

He pulls back on the handlebars like he's reining in a horse, spinning himself and the bike so that the back wheel slams into the nearest tree. That's when he sees claws, big old claws that can only belong to a big old monster. Whether it by amazing reflexes or dumb luck, Dante manages to bounce back off the tree in the same moment, narrowly dodge the swipe and lands on the ground, doing a little donut with sparks flying off the back of his bike--claw marks having torn into the metal.

Dante whistles. ]

I hope you know a good mechanic. This girl's vintage!

[ Haha. Too bad Trish isn't here to appreciate that.

Despite the fact there are definitely monsters coming out now, he looks over his shoulder towards the approaching mostly non-threatening figure. ]

Hey buddy. You know they say two's a party, but three's a crowd. Might need to ask soem of these guys to leave.