Max planted his shield against the ground and pushed himself up. His legs still trembled, his chest burned from the impact… but he didn't stop.
The hammer spun back into his hand with a sharp motion.
And he raised his voice.
"Azael!"
The shout echoed through the entire room.
His eyes locked onto that twisted body.
"I know you're in there!"
He took a firm step forward.
"Don't give up now!"
Dante's body shook violently. His hands were still clutching his head, as if trying to rip something out from inside.
"SHUT UP!"
The voice came out distorted.
"That useless fool isn't here anymore!"
But his body betrayed him.
Green flames burst from his wounds, stronger, more unstable.
As if something… was answering from within.
Max didn't hesitate. He twisted his body and hurled the hammer.
BOOM.
A direct hit to the torso. The body jolted, and the hammer returned.
Max caught it, and threw it again.
BOOM.
Another hit.
"Fight Dante, Azael!"
Again.
