Dante rode Noxarus through the darkness, the moon casting an eerie glow over the landscape. He had been running for hours, but he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He needed to find a way to shake some of the seven people who had been pursuing him.
As he rode, Dante caught sight of a cloaked man in the distance. The man was armed with a sword that seemed to shine with an otherworldly light. Dante knew that this sword was deadly to him, for it radiated the power to dispel darkness.
"You," Dante said, his voice low and even. "I see you're following me."
Bolis smiled, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical light. "We'll never stop until you're dead, Dante," he said, his voice dripping with conviction. "You and your darkness will be eradicated from this world. I wield the Elysium's Tear, the most deadly sword known to the darkness and shadows"
Dante sneered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think you can defeat me with that sword?" he spat. "I'll show you what darkness really means."
With a sudden movement, Dante leapt from his wolf and charged towards Bolis. The two clashed, their blades flashing in the moonlight. Rahil seemed to shimmer and writhe like a living thing, but Bolis's sword sliced through it's attacks with ease.
Elysium's Tear bit deep into Dante's side, causing him to stumble backwards. Dante's eyes widened in pain as the sword's power dispelled the tenebris in his side.
Bolis pressed his advantage, striking again and again with Elysium's Tear. Dante parried each blow, but he could feel his strength waning. His opponent's power was too great, and he knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer. His inexperience in battle was slowing him down.
But Dante refused to give up. With a surge of adrenaline, he launched a fierce counterattack, his sword flashing in the moonlight. Bolis stumbled backwards, caught off guard by Dante's sudden ferocity.
The two clashed, their blades ringing out as they exchanged blow for blow. Dante's darkness seemed to swirl around him, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with power. But Bolis's sword sliced through it all, its power unyielding.
In a final, desperate bid to turn the tide of the battle, Dante summoned a large amount of the tenebris and unleashed a devastating blow. His sword, coated with dark energy, bit deep into Bolis's shoulder, causing the man to cry out in pain.
As Bolis stumbled backwards, Dante took advantage of the opening. With a swift kick, he sent Bolis crashing to the ground. The sword, Elysium's Tear, flew from Bolis's hand, and Dante quickly retrieved it.
Panting heavily, Dante stood over Bolis, the sword's power still coursing through him. He knew that he had to end this fight quickly, before Bolis could recover. With a swift motion, Dante cut Bolis's limbs, the man's body going limp on the ground. Bolis fell unconscious, probably bleeding to death.
Dante stood there for a moment, catching his breath. He knew that he had to keep moving if he was going to find his friends.
He quickly mounted Noxarus, who he had ordered to stand down. As he was about to leave, a voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Going somewhere?"
He turned to see Bolis, fully limbed, looking at him calmly from the spot where Dante cut his limbs off.
"You have my sword, boy" Bolis laughed his blue hair fluttering in the evening breeze.
"Who are you?" Dante asked in a shaky voice.
"Thought you'd never ask! I'm Bolis, the man who will kill you tonight." Bolis laughed and stretched his palms. The Elysium's tear flew from Dante's hand, straight into Bolis's.
Dante immediately jumped from Noxarus and retreated backwards, preparing his stance.
Bolis laughed and charged. They clashed, their blades flashing in the moonlight. Dante's darkness seemed to swirl around him, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with power. But Bolis's sword, Elysium's Tear, sliced through it all, its power unyielding.
Bolis was a skilled fighter, and he had clearly been trained to take down opponents like Dante. He landed blow after blow, each one striking true and finding its mark. Dante stumbled backwards, his defenses weakening under the onslaught.
Elysium's Tear seemed to glow with an intense light, a light that pierced Dante's power and left him feeling vulnerable. Dante's eyes narrowed, his breathing growing more labored as he struggled to keep up with Bolis's relentless attack.
Despite his best efforts, Dante found himself on the defensive, desperately parrying Bolis's blows as the other man gained the upper hand. Bolis's sword sliced through Dante's defenses, striking true time and again.
Dante stumbled backwards, his footwork faltering as Bolis pressed his advantage. He knew that he couldn't keep this up for much longer, not against an opponent as skilled as Bolis. Dante's powers seemed to be waning, weakened by the power of Elysium's Tear.
Bolis sensed victory within his grasp, and he pressed his attack with renewed ferocity. Dante parried each blow, but he knew that he couldn't last much longer. Bolis was too strong, too skilled, and Dante's own powers were waning.
As the battle raged on, it seemed increasingly likely that Bolis would emerge victorious. Dante's powers was no match for the power of Elysium's Tear, and Bolis seemed determined to exploit this weakness to the fullest.
'Shit! Who's this guy? How is he so strong?' Dante screamed in his head.
Dante's breathing grew more ragged, his movements slowing as Bolis's blows began to find their mark more frequently. It seemed that the tide of the battle had turned in Bolis's favor, and Dante's fate hung in the balance.