There is a slight thrill of satisfaction when Dante takes over again, throwing the target down with enough force that he isn't getting back up again. Good. Togusa glances at Dante, but he keeps his gun trained on the boy, moving in just like he's trained to. He is watching for even the most minute movements, breathing, twitching, anything that would signify that the fight is going to restart when he gets into range.

Togusa nods sharply as a response, and takes a knee to reach for that hood that's been hiding their opponent's identity. He doesn't give the boy time to react, just yanks it back to try to reveal the boy's face.