[But Sora's blocking just in time, the clash of metal on metal ringing out through the room. Dante doesn't know why he's so relieved (well, okay, fine, he does; he may not like Sora but that doesn't mean he wants the other boy to die) but the block gives him time to sprint the rest of the way over, adding a third blade to the clash.
It's difficult, taking the opportunity to attack--there's a part of him that's instinctively flashing back to that memory he had of fighting Sora, of someone using his body as a vessel and using him to try and kill Sora. He doesn't pull his blow, but the moment of indecision might show on his face long enough for Sora to see.
His blow knocks the other Sora away from the real one. Dante spares him a glance, just to make sure he hadn't been hit, and then--]
Come on! You go right, I'll go left. Together we can take him!
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[But Sora's blocking just in time, the clash of metal on metal ringing out through the room. Dante doesn't know why he's so relieved (well, okay, fine, he does; he may not like Sora but that doesn't mean he wants the other boy to die) but the block gives him time to sprint the rest of the way over, adding a third blade to the clash.
It's difficult, taking the opportunity to attack--there's a part of him that's instinctively flashing back to that memory he had of fighting Sora, of someone using his body as a vessel and using him to try and kill Sora. He doesn't pull his blow, but the moment of indecision might show on his face long enough for Sora to see.
His blow knocks the other Sora away from the real one. Dante spares him a glance, just to make sure he hadn't been hit, and then--]
Come on! You go right, I'll go left. Together we can take him!