[Espy]

Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, Dante stumbled slightly as he tailed the old man from a distance. He'd have to wash the cloth later...

His own green aura on Lev fingers was unsettling. Not that he could see clearly.

Of course they feel pain. The nerves haven't completely died yet, he thought, unaware of the irony.

The first shot to break the silence missed his target's head completely and instead shattered the wood behind it. Dante pulled the trigger again.

Click.

With a nauseated groan, he reached into his supply pouch for a spare cartridge.