Dante wasn't surprised to see she was a girl underneath that helmet, wearing a cocky sneer as he rolled back to a recovery distance in the wake of his attacks and flourished Rebellion around by its hilt. He parried her badass taunt with a look of derision, shaking his head incredulously at the talk of his disregard for consequences and self-centered view and throwing the length of his coat back behind him so it wasn't in the way with an exasperated huff of breath.
"Lady, you're all kinds of wrong. I'm having a bad day." Living life without risk of consequence? Yeah, how bout 'cause he'd be
dead before those consequences caught up with him? Some selfish lifestyle that ended with him knowingly getting himself killed. Akira's bold proclamation just made him roll his eyes, lips pursed sardonically as the devil hunter fluently tossed his sword from his left hand to his right and shifted his left foot back in a-- Wait, what?
"...Five what? Think you missed a step in the setup to that punchline, you dumb-"
Whatever he said was drowned out by the rush of combat. Akira lunged forward and Rebellion dematerialized in another flash of nephilim energy, the same coarsing red veins enwrapping both his arms as the powerhouse Eryx gauntlets formed in the blade's stead.
Just as his opponent's body exuded an aura of blue ki, Dante began to amass a glowing aura of red demonic energy as he amped up, both stony gauntlets crossed in front of him to take the brunt of Akira's kicks (though he nevertheless skidded back on his heels with the impact of each one). It was when she brought her foot up for a higher kick and sent it crashing down with force that he went on the counterattack. He sprang backwards off his heel in a blur, the burst of momentum carrying the arrogant teen back several feet so Akira's heel missed him and crashed into the floor before he stopped himself with one foot, completely altered his trajectory and burst
forward with a newfound smirk. It was a counter-cross maneuver of sorts, Dante using his speed to smoothly dance backwards from an encroaching attack and right back
forward for a rapid counterattack.
Of course, he didn't exactly account for his dash forward bringing him right into Akira's followup thrust kick, her foot smashing into his chest; assuming Dante still managed to connect with his hook, though, the end result would be the both of them landing a heavy hit on the other and presumably getting sent flying backward to their respective corners. Dante hit the ground a few times in a roll and pressed up to regain his footing, finally noticing Mayday after that exchange and giving her a deadpan "the hell" look with a flap of the arms for coming here dressed like that before he replied.
"What are you, the fly on the wall? If you could see through those pajamas maybe you'd know I'm not the one who started this fight. I don't get to pick where some douche takes a swing at me."
@Krieg @Chewy Rabbits @YA DONE FUCKED UP BRINGING MAYDAY INTO THIS EDGE PARTY