[Espy]

Dante snorted in annoyance. "Who exactly are we running from? And I'm having trouble enough finding my footing." Now, if I hadn't just downed drinks, this would be a different story altogether...Dante groaned inwardly as his foot missed a gutted and he had to propel himself forward with his hands.

He swallowed Succor and waited for the effects to kick in. "Tell you what. Give me info on where the armory is. I'll distract them and go back towards my bike. How's that?"

He thought for a moment. "Or...I could just pretend to take you captive," he chuckled with a wide grin.