[Espy]

Perhaps I should have practiced running more.

The thought flashed through his tired mind as Dante dodged yet another ball of flame, then narrowly avoided the trampling paws of a hellhound. Sin herself seemed to be too...preoccupied, fortunately enough, but he still kept watch as he wove quickly under the bellies of the beasts.

And then all too soon, he stood in front of the Abbot. That ivory Crown was just a mere meter away.

Do I...just take it?

The question of consequences was halfway formed in his mind when something flung him bodily through the air, sending him crashing into furniture, drapes and shrouds tangled around him. Cringing through the pain, and berating himself for what the moment of hesitation had cost him, Dante regained his bearing just in time to roll past snapping jaws. He extricated himself from the curtains and splintered wood, and shot at what he could only hope was where the hound's eye lay, then tumbled forward.

The monstrosity reeled sideways and paused for just a bit, and this time it was the mercenary who had the upper hand. But the Crown was several arm's lengths out of reach, and he would never make it...

Grasping it with all the telekinetic force he could muster, he twisted around and flung it through the gaping hole in the wall.