[Espy]

If it isn't that man from before... Dante grumbled. It should be. The aura, though faint and growing fainter by the second, was familiar. Heaving the gunman back over his shoulder, he put a foot in one rung, a hand on the other...Slowly he started to climb the ladder. Halfway up--

"Auuugh. I need help. Lend me a hand?" he grunted. His legs had made impact with the somewhat-sharp claws of Dybbuk earlier, and were now oozing what he hoped was just pus.