[Espy]

"THE CHAPE--!"

Dante's yell was cut off as the bucking ground threw him to his knees. Half prone, he instinctively grabbed at his gun and blasted two shots into the...creature's...skull. But still it flew towards him, animalistic hunger and all.

Wrong gun.

With no time to react otherwise, he pulled his right leg up and sent it crashing through what he was sure was the monstrosity's rib cage, launching the corpse back. It landed a few feet away...and rose up, seemingly determined to devour presumably the only life forms that had unfortunately made their ways into the barren lands in decades. Dante staggered to his feet and reached for his blade.

Then something landed on his shoulder, and Dante whirled around, his fist taking out the lower jaw of his latest assailant.

And then another hand grabbed at his legs, the arm to which it was attached meeting its demise through the same means by which the ribcage had earlier.

And yet they came. With no time to check on how the others were doing, he lunged forward, his fall-breaking roll interrupted by even more gaunt graying limbs. And they were too close, and too many...lights raced each other around in his head, knocking him off balance for what seemed the hundredth time.

With a guttural scream of pure rage and annoyance at having gained no ground, Dante barely managed to unclip his sword and lashed out indiscriminately. Having cut a route out of the tangled mess, he left his weapon lodged in a mass of writhing bodies and finally pulled out the gun he had wrestled from Lev months ago.

He fired until the gun was empty, then exchanged it for his smaller blade and flew at the creatures with new-found bloodlust, disengaging the larger sword as well and fleeing towards the lit chapel.