Dante was curious about that the two people standing there with tea in their hands. But then a sudden blast of fire and force hit the tea shop, sending himself flying towards the back of the shop. Burning wood and rubble crushed him as he tired to cover his neck, while remaining unscathed except for a few scratches. Dante shoved a piece of burning wood off of him as he stood up and dusted himself off as he scanned the room for his Kama's.
Well, safely presuming that was not a terrorist attack. That was some god's vassle. Dante quickly looked over the non godly people to see if they are fine. But then resumed his search for his weapons. Dante hopped the serving table and ducked behind the counter with the other humans, few of them giving a confused look at him while others still have faces of panic and worry.
Well, no use in hiding now. He thought to himself, taking off the duster jacket and revealing a skin tight sweater with some tightly fitted jeans as well as a makeshift bandolier that allowed Dante to put his weapons of choice. Scanning the back of the table managed to bear fruit, leaving one of his Kama's back there still leaving the other one missing.
Before leaving the cover of the serving area, Dante suddenly felt a crushing pressure fall upon his shoulders and his spine.
Telling by the panic in the two vassel's this is still the work of the guy outside. Or the terrorists have gotten some gravity machine. Dante was never really strong, so his body almost fell flat as the other humans just stayed crouched behind the table. After a moment of adjusting to the new found pressure, he pushed himself up onto his own legs and grabbed the table for support. Dante watched as the unnamed man walked out of the shop and out into the street to face the attacker. Dante himself would never be able to face that, atleast not until he had some help...His eyes darted to the one named Drake before almost dragging his feet over to him. His other Kama stood stabbed into one of the burning flipped table next to the man with the clocked pistol.
No need to stealth... Dante thought to himself, slowly making his way to Drake.
Upon walking to Drake, Dante pulled out his other weapon that was still embedded into the table, before putting it away in its respective slot, and then placing a hand onto the shooters' shoulder.
"Look. Some asshole just threw a fireball at all of us. And we are all going to die if we do not leave about now. While you are too tired to move almost, I can give you some of my energy and disperse the pain. But if one of us gets hurt we both do. Now, if you do not want to die let me link with you so we do not all die." Dante spoke with a forcing tone, then a cloud of smoke appeared at the entrance of the shop.
"... Ok your friend will be fine because he kinda ditched us. But just accept and we can get out of here!" Dante held out his hand while moving his other free hand onto the nearby burning table to keep up with the invisible pressure.