Getting Revenge

Dante rested beside the tree near the northern edge of the clearing. His weapons were kept in his arm as he closed his eyes, but focused his hearing acutely. In this deathly silent forest, apart from his own steady breathing, he could hear nothing else. 

Soon, there was the inevitable sound of rustling from the energy bushes as a whole group of the Weeper Rabbits rushed over while hopping excitedly, diving into the plentiful flesh available. They paid Dante no attention as they gorged themselves as they assumed he was another corpse from the way he was seated without moving. 

Dante raised his head and took aim from his potion, easily dispatching all the rabbits that came in less than one clip. He had learned to be more conservative with his bullets. As for the recoil, with his current strength value, it was like shooting a toy gun or a water gun at best.