It would be a good shot, if the figure didn't have two separate Keyblades. Somehow, it manages to block both of them, sending the bullets ricocheting off into the night. But the movement gives Dante an opening, shoving through the other's guard and slamming his shoulder into the figure's chest, body-checking him hard. The figure stumbles backward, then jumps away to regroup, giving Dante enough time to try and cobble together some sort of a plan.

"Let me get one of the Keyblades away from it!" he calls to the man, dismissing his own in another flash of light. "I think... I'm pretty sure that's what happened before."

That's assuming that this figure is the same one that threw him the Keyblade as he'd jumped off the skyscraper in the abandoned city. It looks the same, and he knows that the black Keyblade is the one that he'd held, but there's no way to be certain. It all comes down to trusting his instincts and his own abilities...

Dante just hopes he isn't wrong.