"God… Damn…it…"
Leaning against the metal cage surrounding the arena, Riot cranked his neck as he swallowed air like a suffocating man. In a different corner of the cage, Oliver lied on his face, completely motionless. The only one standing as if it doesn't matter was Dante.
"Can't you… can't you take it easy… for once?" Riot complained. "These things… they aren't meant to be rushed, you know?"
"We don't have time." Dante replied.
"We aren't goddamn clankers like you! We get tired!"
"... you can rest for the night."
It should be obvious that one can't achieve the highest form of martial arts in a couple of weeks, but what choice did he have. Knowing what he now knows, Dante was in an even more of a rush to increase his power. The fight against Kaiser Tigris played a big role, too.
It was almost as if his rise to Level 6 mattered so little now. In the end, his need for power didn't decrease in the least.
