She tried to gaze into the shadows, but the black midst of the night clouded her eyes, shielding her from the aura of power that they both sensed. "Not at the moment... Wait... I hear something... Stay low Zira, we don't know who this cold be... But I sense another power alongside it..." The aura was familiar, and it could only mean one thing... Dante...
((So, no takers at the moment on Vergil then? sweatdrop ))
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