[Just when Dante was about to join the fray after much deliberation, something hits him in the back of the head so hard that he's seeing stars. He can taste blood on his tongue or whatever fluid that constitutes as blood while he's in his devil form. It's a bitter almost acidic taste, one that still has the telltale metallic scent of blood. It takes him a brief moment to regain his balance but once he does, he quickly lets out a frustrated growl that gets immediately cut short once he realizes who attacked him.]
Bishop!?
[The betrayal is evident in his tone. He's completely blindsided by this sudden turn of events, his mind racing a mile a minute to comprehend what's happening here. He figured that Bishop wasn't particularly fond of demons but what's with the sudden blood lust? This is completely different from their time at the casino. It's like his buddy is a completely different person right.]
Whoa! Calm down!
[He puts up his hands in mock surrender once he put some much-needed distance between them. Dante is quite aware of what Bishop can do, and he's not looking forward to getting stabbed tonight.]
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Bishop!?
[The betrayal is evident in his tone. He's completely blindsided by this sudden turn of events, his mind racing a mile a minute to comprehend what's happening here. He figured that Bishop wasn't particularly fond of demons but what's with the sudden blood lust? This is completely different from their time at the casino. It's like his buddy is a completely different person right.]
Whoa! Calm down!
[He puts up his hands in mock surrender once he put some much-needed distance between them. Dante is quite aware of what Bishop can do, and he's not looking forward to getting stabbed tonight.]