[Espy]

Dante clawed the blindfold off his face, flinging it and the viper onto the ground and stomping down hard. Things were moving fast. Too fast. And the snakes were barely even visible. And his sword would only hurt both friend and foe alike,

So he ran. With the tail end of his scarf wrapped around his left arm as a desperate means to protect himself, he lashed out with the shorter blade as he tripped over stones and perhaps the bodies of other snakes, fleeing from the outpouring of undetectable vipers. Then he careened into a wall, and felt fangs sink deep into his thighs.

Pain.

Yanking the snake out of his flesh from just behind its head, he felt skin and muscle tear, but set his jaw and ran the monstrosity through with his pocketknife. And as he sliced through another, a sharp pain shot up his supposedly covered arm. In the nausea that followed, Dante dropped the sword, reaching instead to pull the serpent out.

Its spine snapped in half, leaving the curved incisors still buried to the roots.

I can't...

And then colored forms ceased to exist, instead becoming clouds of twinkling lights, and hazy mist... Drawing on his last reserves, Dante channeled rage and fear and threw it all outwards in a telekinetic ripple.

Just a...ripple. Well, that's...pathetic. he mused, even as the colored fog dissipated into nothingness.