[Seriously, what is that bastard made of?]
A mental command turned 8-6 into a storm of threads. With the smoky hero out of the way, he no longer needed its Spatial Manipulation ability to protect himself. At least for the time being.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!!?"
Transforming his body into lightning, Thunderstrike blasted down in a bolt. Dante doubted that the heroes were unaware of the invulnerability he gained while changing armor, yet the lightning hero didn't seem to care. The ground rumbled, and the air crackled. The surroundings lost their color as the light continued to get brighter. Yet it was all for nothing. Even if he kept going after the armor was done forming, he wouldn't have been able to damage it, and he soon discovered why.
