[Espy]

"An' wha exac'ly do you plan on doing wi' one revolver?" Dante mocked, shoving the girl's head down and firing his own handgun through the roof of a Dybbuk's jaws. Another one that got close was decapitated; the assassin had flipped out the blades on his boots a few moments ago. Neat cartwheels now sent limbs flying; he got back on his feet after a few second, fired, reloaded slightly clumsily with two fingers, fired again, and pushed the girl a bit roughly along.