Thread: Damned If Ya Don't! [Devil May Cry] [Vik x Tasinga Nightwolf]

His boots landed onto the gym floor between the mangled Hellhound corpses. Making sure not to step right on top of the dispatched monsters, Dante didn't want to make more of a mess for himself to clean off of his clothes. Each step bringing him a little bit closer to the denim jacketed male on the opposite side of the gym. Casually, Dante continued his approach with a hint of swagger in each step now. His shoulders have the slightest hint of a sway to them with each step. Without a stern critical scan over Dante's current state, it would be almost too easy for any human to mistake him as if he hadn't changed at all in the years since he last saw Nero. That cocky little punk has always been a bit of a hothead in Dante's eyes. Going so far as to pin the boy down with his boot on his demonic hand, and putting Rebellion to his throat, just to ask him if he's calmed down yet and end that fight. How well was the younger part-demon now? Has the leveled out and become a bit more balanced? There wasn't any question that Nero grew stronger in Dante's eyes, that is for sure. But, here wasn't a good place to test that. Dante stopped halfway so he could get a better look at Nero. Blue eyes looked over the slightly slim, barely shorter silver haired male opposite of him. These demons here are actually, literally my business. He noted first, in a serious tone. He had a pizza riding on this, after all. Maybe he wouldn't be paying off any of his debts tonight, but he certainly wasn't going to let Nero storm into his neighborhood and just allow him to escape so easily. Clearly, there was a reason for Nero to be here. Whether it was for Dante, or not, wasn't clear. But, Demons can be anywhere. Why wonder my way to hunt them down? Dante asked as he stood his ground at the center of the Gym. The urge to start a fight was pretty tough to overcome. His neck and arms felt tight and his legs were almost locking up with the intense sensation of being bored. It's been so long since Dante felt challenged, and he knew this Nero standing in front of him would be more than capable. What sort of new tricks has the boy come up with since? Any new ways to make use of his unique arm? What about weapons? Did something happen over in his area? Maybe it was a big bad demon that Nero couldn't handle and he's come Dante's way to ask for his help. Damn, that'd be so satisfying. He fought the urge to smile at his racing thoughts that pleased him so very much. They were all just guesses, after all. I'm beginning to think I'll never be too old. Dante stated calmly before continuing his steps in Nero's direction. A hint of discomfort seemed to surround the younger, less experienced male. It could just be more speculation and guessing from Dante, but he was sure now that Nero's by-chance run in with Dante had zero form intent behind it. Step by step, Dante grew closer and closer until he passed Nero without a pause. His blue eyes not settling on the boy the moment he got anywhere close to him. It was almost too disrespectful. To pass someone like Nero without looking him in the eyes. Pardon me, I've got a pizza to go pick up. Dante spoke over his shoulder as he began to approach the door that was closer to the front of the building. Make sure you look everywhere for them pesky hounds! They're sneaky. He taunted a bit. There wasn't much of a desire to goad the boy into fighting him under those terms. But, frankly, he'd take the fight in any shape or form he could get it.