DMC4: The-Devil's Arm

Adagio for Strings

Like a dancer, Dante spun, then stabbed one of Lucifer's roses into the face of a scarecrow. It stumbled slightly, almost oblivious to the weapon jutting from its skull. He skipped away, then clapped his hands. The rose in the scarecrow exploded, as did the twenty or so that he'd stuck in the other demons circling him, ripping them all to shreds.

The docks were infested with both demons and Order creations. Each side ferociously battled each other, but were more than happy to take a time out and attack the devil hunter. Every so often, a cheap shot would get thrown into the mix, and both sides would return to attacking each other. This made it easy for Dante to maneuver through, sticking both demon and knight alike with spikes, then blowing them to hell.

The last pier held a trio of knights. After gracefully sliding past the throttled charge of one, he ripped out a handful of roses, then tossed them into the air. Using Lucifer's power, he summoned them upon the knight, their points aimed from all angles, then called them down. The knight was pierced from every direction, then exploded in a crimson light.

Dante bowed low under the gold Alto's blade, then spun, jabbing his elbow into the helmet. It reeled, and he stepped forward, his arms a blur as he stabbed rose after rose into the knight's midsection. He spun and released three into the air behind him, effectively impaling the last white Bianco as it charged him. Dante spun again and booted the Alto away, then posed in a grand finish as both knights blew up.

Okay, focus Dante! I'm having way to much fun with this thing! C'mon, you're a man with a mission.

He grinned to himself, then began his trek deeper into the city. Progress was slow from constant demon slaying, but he had an endless supply of weapons, thanks to his Devil Arms. So far, the Savior had moved away from the city, no doubt to flaunt it's power over the rest of the island. But as soon as Dante had Yamato, he was confident that it would make a b-line back to the city, straight to him.

Another thought occurred to him as he plunged two roses into the leathery gut of a blade: how was Trish doing? He'd seen the bodies, but of course there would be casualties in the initial attack. They were littered all throughout the residential district. Trish could move pretty fast when she wanted to, so Dante was sure she had gotten there to save at least some of the populace. It wasn't like he was worried about her; she was a deadly shot, and had those sweet lightening powers.

One of those cloaked demons with the funky hats tried to stab him with it's claws. He returned the favor with a single rose, thrown like a dart into its white skull. Dante doubted he even needed to detonate the spike to kill it, but did it anyway; it was more fun.

He pushed through to the main street business district. It was a proverbial demon orgy. The whole street was occupied by various scarecrows, blades, and those black hounds that he saw back at the castle. They all stopped fighting each other and turned towards him.

"Hmm..." he thought as the first began to advance.

Dante called out Pandora, then slammed it onto the ground, dropping his foot on it. The latches released, and the front of the case opened, revealing the Omen form. Brilliant light sprayed the street almost blindingly.

The demons shrieked in pain, then began to burn away as the light washed over them. Like a wave, it spread frying anything that moved, save for Dante, who was standing behind the source of it. Within seconds, the street was clear, smoking, but clear. The devil hunter pushed down on the case, closing it, then kicked it up to his hand.

"Adios, amigos," he chuckled to himself.

If he had to guess, Yamato was somewhere in the cathedral. He'd done a thorough recon of the city before hand; it was the only building close enough to the Hell Gate that seemed likely. Based on what he'd seen, the Order of the Sword preferred to be dramatic about things. They wouldn't build a shack around the power source.