[Espy]

Inhale....exhale...Don't let your anger get the better of you, Dante...

Slowly, cautiously, Dante pulled out the two handguns and tossed them towards where he thought the man's feet would be, then reached for the dagger. He dropped it into the muck a couple of feet in front of him.

"Look, I...don't want another fight," he muttered, putting a finger to one of the long jagged scars that had skinned over but still stung. "I don't want to die either, at least not today, and the whole city's bristling with guns."

He held his arms up slightly. "All I really want right now is to get out of here, alright?"