You are not my Valentina

Dante prepared himself for battle, his strength reaching its peak once again; he was fully recovered. Unlike ten years ago, Dante now believed he could fight against Valentina...

Or at least he thought he could.

"Ugh!!" He groaned in pain as he felt his stomach brutally kicked, sending him thousands of kilometers away from where he was initially. He was confident at first, but... "She... she's stronger than before, this crazy woman!" He yelled as he floated in the air, recovering from the impact. His senses were confused, but he couldn't waste time on that.

Once again, the red-haired woman appeared before him, holding a golden spear, something he had somewhat forgotten... after all, he had never felt Gungnir piercing his body at its full force; his mother never allowed that... unlike this mad woman in front of him, who was no longer his beloved mother.