Spiritual Energy
"Give me your sword. I need it," Dante demanded, his voice firm as he stood before the vampire, who didn't seem convinced at all. In fact, Ranni looked positively livid.
"No," she replied flatly.
Dante tried again, this time with a sharper edge to his tone. "Are you trying to destroy our world? Just hand over the damn sword already. I need to talk to Talassa."
Ranni raised an eyebrow at him, her irritation palpable. "If she wanted to talk to you, she would have shown up by now. She doesn't want to speak with you."
That was the last straw. After an hour of fruitless arguing, Dante finally snapped.
"Fine, screw this," he growled.
A dark mist rose around him, swirling like a living thing as it wrapped around Ranni, holding her firmly in place.