Before Loki could defend himself, he found a fist of flames in his face, which sent him flying another round.
"Arghh", he coughed out blood when he landed with his back again.
But Dante didn't stop, this time... He pounded him to the ground rather than sending him flying again.
To Loki, each punch felt like a piece of his flesh was being burnt away. And demons were meant to be resistant to fire- so just what sort of monster was this?
There was no time to react with a block or dodge.
All his mind could do was show him flashbacks of his childhood. The time he'd looked up to Dante and even given Ro piggyback rides.
A smile formed on his lips. How out of reality was he when he'd thought they could all live together as one big family? Once someone became the king, the rest won't be allowed to live in the palace anymore.
It was the law.
You'll just seize to exist and life would become hard... Just because you were second in line...
