Dante, still clutching his wounded arm, came around with a powerful kick that struck Virgil reeling, then lunged, aiming to deliver a cripping strike to Virgil's arm, but was stopped by the dark aura around him. Then a shadow arm formed and struck him, flinging him backwards into a wall.
"Surprised, brother? The darkness serves me, and I can use it to my will. Face it. You can't win..."
Dante staggered to his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and retorted...
"Can't I? I did before, and I will again. Now bring it!"