[Espy]

Dante was out the window in no time, paying no attention to the cuts on his palms from the broken glass. He found the psychic easily with his now-alert "sight". Grabbing the stake-handed man by his collar, he pushed him slightly to the side.

He looked at the psychic again. All of a sudden, and none too gently, he shoved her back with his free hand, then turned away again, color rising in his cheeks.

"If you're going to be killed, it will be by MY hand! Mine, and not those of this scum here!"