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Dante dropped to the ground, waving a hand by his face as a large spike of shadows rose, blocking the three rounds Fera shot at him. He stared at Scy, speaking in a low tone. Burns...doesnt it fox girl? Maybe that'll teach you not to ******** with other's affairs... He Placed his sword against his back, letting go as it stuck to him. He flicking his right hand now, Ivory filling his hand as he pointed it right at Scy's face, speaking as he cocked the hamme back on the gun. If you think the sword was bad, the bullets are even worse....

Scytheress let the swirls of wind disappear and she fell to the ground, landing lightly on her toes and taking a few steps forward. Her left hand was limp and it was taking most of her concentration to keep the pain from showing on her face and her right hand was balled in a tight fist. She kept a smirk on her lips though as she stepped up to Dante, letting the warm barrel of the gun rest against her pale skin.
"Would you like to see how I react to these bullets of yours? Would it help ease your pain if you killed me?"
The fox girl's smile broadened as she spoke. She wouldn't gain or lose anything by dying but nor would she if she lived. It all depended on Dante. Her eyes turned briefly though to Fera, narrowing as her hand shot out to the side to shoot out a large blast of wind. The attack caused the slice in her hand to explode in a worse pain and blood poured out faster.
"Stay out of this."

Joli wandered about the halls looking at the make up of the building. She was delighted. She was still a little spooked about the whole shower thing, but she was sure she'd get use to it. Everyone else didn't seem to have any problems whats so
ever.

(( im pretty sure the rules state you have to rp storystyle and no * for actions ))

Dante smiled, grabbing a fold of his coat as he tossed it off of his body, reveiling a tight black shirt over a toned chest. The gun once again trailed over Scy''s face as he spoke, seeming to inform rather than strike fear. He held a single bullet in the other hand not holding the gun, holding it towards Scy.This is a 13 mm silver coated steel jacked hollowpoint, phospherous charges using explosive napalm injested cartridges. Each bullet is made of Silver nitrate, melted down from a catholic cross blessed by the pope himself and baked in holy water. The hollowpoints have been filled with angle''s blood and capped in wax from candles from the vatican. and last but certainly not least, they are mercurial bored. ...Nothing short of Satan himself can take a shot from ivory and walk away....


((The white filled one is Ivory''s Bullets, the Red filled is Ebony, ill explain Ebony''s shots later on.))

Dante placed the bullet between two fingers, flicking it at her like a coin as he uncocked the hammer of ivory, slipping it back into his coat. Too easy.... he was tossing the bullet to her as a sign of respect. You've got balls babe.....I admire that. You remind me of myself on the battle field....no fear or consequence....only action. He turned his back to her, grabbing his coat and tossing it over one shoulder as his sword seemed to absorb her demonic blood. You'd better run something over that wound, or it will fester.... He simply stood there, almost thrity minutes had passed since the fight began...and he's only learned one thing: This....Scy. Was VERY intresting indeed.

Scytheress let out a soft sigh as her good hand shot up to quickly grab the bullet. It burned into her skin a bit before she deposited it into her pocket. Dante's anger seemed to have subsided and his speech was let heated than when they began all this. Thus her mission was successful. Her left hand however was more a a problem than just getting infected. She looked down at the pool of blood at her feet. Though naturally pale in complexion, her skin color was becoming that of a ghosts. She dared not move yet for fear of slipping un her increasingly unsteady feet.