"Hey, mind backing off? I really don't like sharp stuff."
Despite the position he was in, Dante felt elated. He somehow held his ground against a Level 2 opponent. Even when holding back, the furry bastard was strong. Too strong. He was skilled, too. Still, not only was Dante able to withstand the onslaught of blows the hero threw at him, but he was also able to land a few of his own. What else should he feel at this moment if not an extreme sense of accomplishment?
It has been a while since he had a proper hand-to-hand fight. He was afraid that his skills had rusted, having spent less and less time practicing over the past two years. Thankfully, the skills that old man engraved in his body were still there, and with some fear and a lot of adrenaline, Dante was able to bring them out as if he hadn't neglected a single day of exercise.
"You… you give up?" For some reason, the hero still struggled to grasp the situation.
