[My oh my, he just loves attention, even if the crowd doesn't necessarily love him. There's a theatricality to him, and he addresses the crowd by throwing his jacket out behind him and bowing to his loving audience.]
Come on, be nice! I don't have something on my face, do I?
[He brushes some of the hair out of his face and flashes a wolfish grin up to a rather austere looking mother and her child, who hides behind her dress but with more fascination and awe than fear. He arches his back and throws one arm out into the air, and rests his hand on the Gothic broadsword on his back.]
I had a hell of an invitation, but this party kinda sucks!
> B. Maurita Falls
[He smiles into the fire as he's doused in it, Heartburn's own face falling at his own ineffectiveness. Dante cuts a swath through the air with the giant sword on his back which seems to extinguish the fire entirely before he resheathed it, taking an exaggerated step forward when he does, waving halfheartedly at his smoking coat.]
You ruined my jacket! You'd better pay for that!
[He unholsters a single of his dual guns, Ebony and Ivory, and sticks one in Heartburn's face with a grin, barrel pressed against his forehead. With a whimper, Heartburn faints, and with a showy spin Dante slips his gun back under his arm.]
Dante | Devil May Cry 3
[My oh my, he just loves attention, even if the crowd doesn't necessarily love him. There's a theatricality to him, and he addresses the crowd by throwing his jacket out behind him and bowing to his loving audience.]
Come on, be nice! I don't have something on my face, do I?
[He brushes some of the hair out of his face and flashes a wolfish grin up to a rather austere looking mother and her child, who hides behind her dress but with more fascination and awe than fear. He arches his back and throws one arm out into the air, and rests his hand on the Gothic broadsword on his back.]
I had a hell of an invitation, but this party kinda sucks!
> B. Maurita Falls
[He smiles into the fire as he's doused in it, Heartburn's own face falling at his own ineffectiveness. Dante cuts a swath through the air with the giant sword on his back which seems to extinguish the fire entirely before he resheathed it, taking an exaggerated step forward when he does, waving halfheartedly at his smoking coat.]
You ruined my jacket! You'd better pay for that!
[He unholsters a single of his dual guns, Ebony and Ivory, and sticks one in Heartburn's face with a grin, barrel pressed against his forehead. With a whimper, Heartburn faints, and with a showy spin Dante slips his gun back under his arm.]
Heh. Bang.