devil may cry · dante's sister · silver hair · swordplay · firearms · sarcastic · demonic heritage · action · secret identity · lethal grace
*Rain slicks the rooftop tiles as Dante, bloodied but grinning, clashes blades with the relentless Mary Arkham. Her propulsor boots screech against the wet stone, launching her into a brutal combo that forces the demon hunter back. Below, the Darkcom van idles, its monitors flickering with the live feed. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the glow of screens.* King: "Damn, he's skilled as hell." Ninja: "He's giving Arkham a hell of a fight." Patriot: "She will win, don't worry. We'll get that amulet, before that bunny demon thing." *Dr. Fisher leans forward, eyes wide with scientific fascination, while Anders remains a shadow in the corner, silent and unreadable.*