"You… what did-"
"Not so tough now, huh?"
Dante's voice was calm, eerily so. He stood right before the kneeling skull face, the warped visage of his oni mask depicting rage beyond anything humans might feel in their lives. The contrast between them painted an image of a clash between two evils. Their battle was reaching its end, and only one of them would get to walk away.
"Go on." He said. "Do it."
Unlike the barking his opponent led with, Dante only needed those four words to taunt him into action. Something snapped inside Jason, and he immediately raised his right hand, whipping it down while activating his ability. Before his palm could hit the ground, a beam of pure white light fell from above, piercing straight through his wrist.
