In hindsight, having Dante teach him how to conjure bullets out of nothing was a smart move on all their parts. Not that it made a difference here, but having to buy ammunition after this nightmare would’ve proven quite the financial pain in the ass.
Nero slid out of the way, a ball of flames bursting behind him. He and Dante were fast, but no amount of demonic super-speed could keep them ahead of this devil. It flashed in and out of existence, balls of fire and lightning disturbing the devil hunters’ ability to see in the dark. Such things hadn’t stopped Vergil (of fucking course) but Nero was slower to adapt. His lack of practise in these circumstances made him bitter.
A demonic tentacle snapped back into existence. It smacked Vergil to the ground, Yamato clanging against the ground. Bright blue eyes closed, his face scrunching. He tried to push himself back to his feet… but he barely moved an inch. Another inky black tentacle thrust down, impaling Vergil into the ground. He choked on his own blood.
Holy shit. Vergil was down for the count? How?
Ebony and Ivory were like machine guns. Dante’s rapid fire echoed off the forest trees, and would be heard for days. Mussel flashes were no longer flashes, but a long stream of yellow light, almost like torches in the darkness. They were no good to see the demon – striking purple eyes zipped through the air and disappeared again — but the light shocked the demon off of Vergil, freeing the dark slayer from impalement. He remained on the ground, body trying to heal the fist-sized hole in his abdomen.
The demon materialised in front of Nero. He acted on instinct. Blue Rose in his hand, he squeezed the trigger. He didn’t hear his own shots, but he felt each bullet leaving the revolver.
One two three—reload.
One two three—reload.
One two—shtick.
Time stopped in the single second he inspected the revolver. The purple eyed dimension hopping tentacle demon leapt for him. A flash of red barrelled him out of the way; Dante slid on his feet, coat sweeping the ground behind him. He brought his self-named sword up, abandoning his firearms for the moment.
The demon paused, sizing Dante up. Dante took it as an opportunity to get back onto the same page with Nero.
“We can’t beat this thing ourselves.”
Nero’s eyes widened. He struggled to his feet. “Then what do we do?”
“Our swords are useless against this thing. We need something explosive…” Dante swore under his breath. "Take Yamato. Get Lady. We need her firepower.”
“I’m not leaving you-”
“If you don’t, we’re both gonna get shish-kabobed,” Dante snapped. “Firepower is a requirement here – and yours just jammed. Yamato doesn’t respect me as its wielder, but it will respond to you. Now go!” He kicked Yamato over to him. “Get back here with Lady as soon as you can!”
Yeah, get Lady, Nero snarked to himself, snatching Yamato from the ground. Dante stood in front of him, Devil Sword Dante in a ready position. Nero unsheathed Yamato and turned. Dante bounded forward for the demon.
Why did Blue Rose jam? Was it even a jam? Had Vergil’s knock-down distracted him somehow? Sure, Nero could go after Lady, but she was more fragile than all of them. Nero had only ever seen her in action a handful of times, if that, and her practise was to remain on the sidelines to take potshots at demons. Her aim was no better than Dante’s. She was human. Humans bleed – a lot.
Nero braced himself. The power of Yamato coursed through his veins. It was a drug he hadn’t tasted in months. The sword slashed through the air, making clean cuts. He re-sheathed the weapon-
“Nero!”
-the demon smashed into the back of his head. He fell through the portal.
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