【 The Poet 】 ❛I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, That made my love so high and me so low.❜ ⇀ #DMCRP | #AibRP ⇀ multi/ships with chem ⇀ crossover friendly From #𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗 's mourge

The Black Knight found himself less than amused, but would not allow himself to be agitated. Blue flame appeared in the palms of his left hand, sending out a rather simple blast. He merely grumbled in response, not bothering with words.

"You speak too much," grumbled Nelo Angelo after raising his sword to defend against the blows as best he could. With a cold glare beneath his helmet, he shouted, attempting to quickly maneuver his blade to strike Dante upon his landing.

ㅤ ㅤ𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 ❗️ ⋆ ╱ ♡ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 . . ㅤㅤ*ೃ ༄ ㅤ𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ; #DMCRP , #MVRP .

Beneath his helmet, the knight snarled as he endured the blow head-on. It was all he could do to try and get an advantage on the man. His Black Armor cracked and crumbled slightly, much to his surprise. It was frustrating. Humiliating. Feelings of anger crept upon the knight...

// Sometimes I crave fluff but it is difficult to manage while still being in character... Curses that I myself am like the fandom's depiction of being a gentle giant, but have the desire to write accurately as my source...

Nelo Angelo wastes no time, somewhat enraged by the sheer gap of skill between him and his foe. The moment Dante steps back, he rushes forward with a broad sweep, crackling blue flames trailing behind the blade. If Dante wanted to taunt, fine. He'd just take advantage of that.

As if he did not have his hand on Dante's shoulders, he glares at him coldly. "You fight well... that is all." There's the slightest expression of softness as he closes his eyes after speaking.

There's an obvious moment of confusion. The battlefield is no place for contemplating what you just experienced, but that just felt... unreal. The knight stares, brows furrowing in a look of confusion. Red eyes blink back and forth between his blade and Dante.

Nelo Angelo tilts his head to the side for a moment, giving Dante a strange look. "Why wouldn't I?" A moment of hesitation passes before he adds onto it. "I enjoy fighting you. Even when it hurts. I feel like I am not held back by anything. It is... strange."

Almost falls slipping on ice. Almost.

How bothersome...