by starcrusher » Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:08 pm
This time, Dante was sure he heard a voice. He ran off toward it, not bothering to see if Greg would follow or not. The man was in good shape, after all, surely he could catch up. Dante bounded through the woods, lithe as a deer. He knew this area, but more than that, it seemed as though his powers were increasing now, still. "Hold on!" he yelled into the trees, "We're coming!"