The sound of his men's screams and pleas was grating on Dante's nerves. There was nothing he wanted to do then jump into the middle of the fight, but he knew better.
It was his men's job to act as his weapon. That meant that they needed to be prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for him if needed. The only shitty part was that he had no idea what was going on outside of the cocoon of snow that blew around him.
"You seem on edge," murmured the girl standing beside him. She appeared to be clutching a Teddy bear that he hadn't seen with her before, but other than that, she was completely calm.
Almost too calm.
"And you don't," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion. He knew better than to trust a woman, and if she was this calm with the enemy so close, then she clearly had an escape plan.