Dante knows the feeling--of being stalked, stared down and picked out as the main target of the next attack. It's a feeling as familiar as the way the old worn cushion of his desk chair has perfectly shaped to the way he slouches in it for afternoon naps. The way the hair on the back of his neck stars to prickle tells him there's a storm a-brewin' and he's about to be in the eye of it.
And what does one do when they're put on high alert? That's turn in place with an easy smile towards your assailant--
--and to be met with a very angry face that really shouldn't be showing itself in a place like this.
Could he have dodged? Probably. Maybe. But in that moment Dante doesn't have it in him to do anything but stare for the split second he has before Nero's fist connects with the side of his face.
It's warranted many times over. Really, Nero doesn't even need to say what he's mad about and Dante would accept that he's got some making up to do, just add a few punches to the jar. He's already done the damage, yeah? It's all part of the healing process.
Except this throws a wrench into all of that. In the few seconds that Dante stumbles backwards and rubs his chin--a hit that would send a normal man flying into the masses, Dante has enough wherewithal not to bring the other Summoned or locals into this anymore than they already have--several things fall into place; Nero is here, has been here for at least a few weeks, right? Nero being here means he's not back there, which means that Earth is down one very important protector and--
Vergil.
Well. Balls.
He keeps rubbing his face as he straightens, falling into his typical roll. As lazily as his words come out, his eyes have a clarity he does his best to hide. ]
Whatever happened to "how you doing" or "long time no see"?
JUST NORMAL SPARDA THINGS
Dante knows the feeling--of being stalked, stared down and picked out as the main target of the next attack. It's a feeling as familiar as the way the old worn cushion of his desk chair has perfectly shaped to the way he slouches in it for afternoon naps. The way the hair on the back of his neck stars to prickle tells him there's a storm a-brewin' and he's about to be in the eye of it.
And what does one do when they're put on high alert? That's turn in place with an easy smile towards your assailant--
--and to be met with a very angry face that really shouldn't be showing itself in a place like this.
Could he have dodged? Probably. Maybe. But in that moment Dante doesn't have it in him to do anything but stare for the split second he has before Nero's fist connects with the side of his face.
It's warranted many times over. Really, Nero doesn't even need to say what he's mad about and Dante would accept that he's got some making up to do, just add a few punches to the jar. He's already done the damage, yeah? It's all part of the healing process.
Except this throws a wrench into all of that. In the few seconds that Dante stumbles backwards and rubs his chin--a hit that would send a normal man flying into the masses, Dante has enough wherewithal not to bring the other Summoned or locals into this anymore than they already have--several things fall into place; Nero is here, has been here for at least a few weeks, right? Nero being here means he's not back there, which means that Earth is down one very important protector and--
Vergil.
Well. Balls.
He keeps rubbing his face as he straightens, falling into his typical roll. As lazily as his words come out, his eyes have a clarity he does his best to hide. ]
Whatever happened to "how you doing" or "long time no see"?