Dante felt the wind blow over his face as he looked at the overhead lights. A clawed hand had just passed above him, and it would've ripped his head off had he not leaned back to dodge. Letting his body follow the motion, he bent back until his hands were on the floor, then tucked his legs in before launching himself like a spring.
His feet sank into his opponent's stomach, launching him several meters in the air, but the bastard was quick to recover, flipping midair and landing on his feet, taking off running right away.
'Tough bastard…'
Though he ran at first, the werewolf lowered his stance and kicked the ground, lunging from one corner of the arena to the other. He vanished from Dante's sight again and again, moving at a speed that was difficult to follow even with perception enhanced to the max. Still, his moves were far too predictable, and so his next attack was easily evaded.
