by ViVi on Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:16 pm
All of a sudden, his stomach twisted and turned as the sword began to come down. His eyes began bleeding and his teeth grew longer. Right before the sword hit, Dante rolled out the way, swayed his chains and choked the Demon with the sword with them. He jumped up onto a tree branch and began hanging him by the neck, and then he spinned him around and tossed his body into the giant crowd. This was the only way to save the humans. To give in to his demon qualities and let his instincts take over.
The Assassins fired their arrows but Dante quickly jumped out the way. He put his chains into the fire and they grew seeming hot. He then roped the neck of another demon and pulled on it hard, decapitating the demon. He took the spear that the demon had carried and began slashing at the demons. He thrust it into 2 demons by the neck and used them as a shield to block the coming arrows. He took a sword out from one of there hands and tossed the sword into one archer.
Then he began to feel rage, anger and hate. Maybe he was giving in too deep, but he had to if he was to defeat them. He wrapped the chains around a tree, and pulled on it as hard as he could. It bent over a crowd of demons. Then he took an axe and threw it at the tree, and it fell over smashing 13 other demons. Then he threw a torch onto the tree.
All of a sudden, he felt a blinding white fury, and now had no control of his power. Letting it take over, he began attacking all the vampires, werewolves and demons with his claws. He stole a sword from them every once in a while and used it against them, or whatever weapon he could get.
After an hour, there were only 3 left. Dante was still full of energy, but the Dante everyone knew was lost in anger. An archer shot an arrow heading straight for his head, but Dante moved, grabbed the arrow and threw it back and it pierced the archer through his chest. One tossed a spear at him but Dante grabbed it. Then he pole-vaulted to the vampire and then stabbed him through the neck. Dante then grabbed a sword and decapitated the last one. He stood there, over all the dead bodies. And then, out of nowhere, an arrow pierced through his heart. He looked up to see the Demon, who was once on the horse, on the ground bleeding, and with a bow in his hand. Dante fell to the ground. His blinding white fury went away and he turned to normal. It was nearly over for him. But he wasnt going to die just yet. He rose to his feet, and walked to the demon, and smashed his faced in with his foot. He grabbed the white shirt on a demon and tore a piece off. He wrote with his own blood onto the cloth saying "Block the camp, or your plan is futile." He grabbed the arrown in his heart, and pulled it out. He screamed in pain as he did this, but it was for the better. He tied the cloth to the arrow, grabbed the bow, and aimed to the sky. Luckily, the wind was on his side. And he was hoping to god that the arrow would make it to the human. He fired the arrow and it flew on for miles as Dante fell to the ground.
And that was it. Dante was dead.