Lance looked over to Keneka. "I could use some help..." He muttered.
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"Shut up and fight!" Lance shouted.
Lance merely growled. He was lost in anger, his wrath was focused on only one thing. The demon in front of him.
Ohh... You a soccer player? :O
Hmm... Schoolwork is a pain. :\
So, absolutely nothing fun at all?
Coo
What are you doing? Had a good time?
Kiwi man! How ya doin'?
A surge of adrenaline went through Lance and his primal instincts were awakened. He bit and clawed at the demon's arm with savage rage.
Lance fell to his knees, the wound in his chest throbbing with pain. But pain was good. It let him know he was still alive. "Freedom of speech comes right after the preamble of the Constitution..." Lance said defiantly.
Kiwi!!!!
"Bastard..." Lance muttered, then spat some of his blood on Ray's face.
Yeah... stop it with that third person telling. It's quite disturbing. >.<
Yupp... Potty Mc Smoke Smoke and his Pothead clan of Super Marijuana Demons is what I'm talking about.
"Then I won't die." Lance said calmly.
That thing is many things but it is not Dante! T_T
DMC reboot = not funny. D: -
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