*Starting Scene*

The trio remain face to face with Trace while the two girls are taken aback by his recent statement as Dante continues to cheerfully smile. 

As that transpires, the Hawk Brothers momentarily struggle to get up from the ground, having used an immense amount of magic to summon their Cockatrice and ultimately rest their sights onto the four individuals. 

Concurrently, the Sheriff arrives at the area and is out of breath since he ran all the way from his office. Additionally, he's slouching forward with both hands on his knees for leverage while discerning the notable destruction.

After a few seconds of silence, Ilya directs her gaze to Dante with concern emanating. "Do you know this person, Dante?"

Dante nonchalantly answers, keeping his eyes upon Trace throughout. "Not at all."

Ilya almost falls over before retaining her balance while yelling following lightly raising both hands to her chest as they are closed. "Then don't greet him like you do!"

Dante shifts his attention to Ilya as a somewhat innocent expression is portrayed. "But that's how I usually interact with others."

Meanwhile, Trace intently analyzes Dante and thinks, "The description I was given isn't too far off in terms of appearance..." The purple-haired gentleman zooms onto Dante's Sealing Glove while persisting his thought process. "And he does wield that glove too... Though, it isn't exactly fitting what I was told. There's a letter instead of number and it's supposed to solely contain black, but that clearly has the color brown as well."

Dante chuckles while establishing his concentration back to Trace. "That's 'cause it went through some changes. Both it and myself."

Trace issues a scrutinizing look. "So, you really can read minds, huh, Dante Einsburn?"

Astonishment overwhelms Yuki as she navigates her vision toward Dante. "Einsburn?! You mean you're related to-!"

Dante interrupts Yuki via nodding, viewing her out of the corner of his right eye thanks to that being the princess' present location and demonstrates faint sadness. "Yup. I'm related to your former stepmother. She's actually my aunt."

Yuki's baffled amidst taking a few steps away, memories of Erika Einsburn flooding her mind, while slowly shaking her head in denial. "No! That can't be true! That would make you just like her! Father informed me that all Einsburns are evil!" Tears begin to well up as the dame's voice cracks. "P-Please! Say you were messing around!"

Dante delivers a sympathetic grin towards Yuki as he confronts her and partially slants his head to his left. "I won't deceive you, Yuki. The lone thing I can do is apologize. I'm sorry I share the same blood as the woman who abandoned you."

Yuki's unable to deal with Dante's comment, shutting her eyes and hanging her head as she shouts in discontent, "I don't like you anymore!" She promptly sprints pass Dante's anterior with tears finally escaping her eyes, despite their closed state.  At the same time, Yuki traverses in front of Trace too as she tightly holds her purse so it wouldn't fall off her right shoulder.

Worry quickly plagues Ilya while extending her left arm at Yuki, firmly gripping onto the white backpack to prevent it from slipping through her grasp. "Wait! Don't run off again!" The chick veers her focus to Dante after witnessing Yuki cross paths with the Hawk brothers during her departure while returning her left hand to grip the backpack.

Dante briefly stays quiet as he vacantly watches the floor via his head straightened until locking eyes with Ilya as the lad emits a somber composition. "Follow her, please."

Ilya sharply nods with determination radiating. "Got it!" She steers herself from Dante to dash towards the direction Yuki journeyed without relinquishing her possession of the backpack.

Prior to Ilya getting outside of hearing range, Dante cups his left hand around his mouth and exclaims with a haphazard alteration to his tone, gleefully smiling, "Also, be gentle for once!" He softly laughs.

Ilya rolls her eyes while shaking her head and doesn't cease her maneuvering as she gradually disappears from sight.

Dante soon resets his attention onto Trace with a delighted demeanor, his western appendage lowered. "That turned out pretty well, don't you think?"

Trace narrows his visible eye, his criticism of Dante escalating, as he folds his arms together. "Funny you'd say that. Wouldn't it be better to have them here to back you up?"

Dante bluntly responds. "No, 'cause if they had stuck around, Yuki probably would've gotten in the way. After all, you did protect her from the Cockatrice. It totally benefits us that they left."

Trace leisurely shrugs his shoulders. "If you believe so." The young man deviates his gaze from Dante, receding to forge substantial separation. "Let's get started then."

Dante nods before switching his concentration to the left with intrigue shown and lifts his left hand to point towards that region. "But what about those two? Are you just gonna' let them escape after everything?"

Trace commandeers his vision to who Dante's referring while instantly registering the Hawk Brothers striving to sneak away from the scene. This causes the padded character's right eye to twitch as he grinds his teeth a tad until muttering, "Why those idiots?! Speed up!" Trace rapidly advances towards the Hawk Brothers with impressive agility, cuts them off from traveling any further amidst maintaining his arms entwined and asks in an intimidating voice, "And where do you two think you're going?!"

Festus peers at Trace as fear consumes him while towards Furges' right. "Uh... We can explain, my man!" The fro-hawk male hoists both hands onward to ease Trace. "Just calm down!"

Furges agrees with nervousness displayed. "Yeah! Let's not do anything rash, my man!"

Trace's eye twitches again and attempts to restrain his annoyance. "You guys seriously are morons to constantly call me what got on my nerves in the first place." A spark surges along the aqua-eyed gentleman prior to a vast sum of white electricity expelling out, encompassing a ten meter radius, as the Hawk Brothers reverberate a distressful yowl. 

That results in Ilya temporarily detaining her pursuit of Yuki, detecting a decent quantity of magic originating from behind herself. Despite that, the hazel-eyed teen chooses not to even look since Ilya knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to ignore it and resumes chasing after her female companion.

Later on, the Sheriff painstakingly gathers the two peculiar men, knocked out while fried up considerably, and drags them with the intent of taking them to the Sheriff's department. As he does this, the guy advises Dante via angling his head to the left, enough to make eye contact, "I'll be back. Remember, you aren't entirely off the hook for earlier."

Dante waves at the Sheriff through use of his right hand as his opposing limb's in his left pocket and wields both eyes shut. "Okay! See you in a while!"

The Sheriff isn't sure if leaving Dante alone is a good idea, however, has his hands occupied with the Hawk Brothers to dispute it much, aims his focus ahead and continues his trip.

In the meantime, Trace marches back to Dante with an aloof conduct. "You planned that too, didn't you?"

Dante chuckles while tenacity sets in. "You noticed how there's nobody else nearby, right?"

Trace closes his eye as he steadily shakes his head out of disbelief. "You'd actually go this far for no one to interfere." He reverts his sight to Dante with a smirk. "Do you honestly love fighting as much as I've heard?"

Dante rebuttals, his eyes glistening with sincerity, and momentarily gestures his right arm to the side. "Certainly! That's the one truth that'll always remain! So long as I can fight, especially if it's against somebody strong, I'm grateful to be alive!"

Trace becomes cold. "Seriously? Interesting. To be frank, you remind me of someone who was very dear to me. He'd say something similar to that, but a lot more detailed."

Dante faintly laughs while cocking his head eastward. "If detail is what you want, I can EASILY give you that!"

Trace shakes his head once more. "No need. Simply tell me this. You came into contact with the Cockatrice... How is it that you're not dead? Its touch can kill, similar to its eyes and breath."

Dante bluntly answers once he fixes his head's posture. "That's true, which is why I made sure to hit it with this hand, so complete interaction wouldn't occur." The individual brings up his right hand that's still wearing the Sealing Glove to demonstrate it to Trace. "You obviously comprehend what it is... Same reason you know who I am."

Trace plainly nods. "Yes, I do. And you understand real well who I am due to that special ability of yours."

Dante diverts his attention from Trace, sinking his other hand into his free pocket. "Yup, but I appreciate it so much better when people inform me of their identity, who they affiliate themselves with and why they wish to battle me. It makes me feel less different than I actually am." He returns his vision to Trace with a joyful smile. "Though, it isn't always a bad thing. In all honesty, I like it most of the time."

Trace sighs as he drops his head to glance at the ground. "If you insist on such a trivial thing." The Spellcaster looks at Dante again. "I'm Trace. I'm from the Trailblaze Organization... And my mission is to eliminate the little brother of the Einsburn Family's reigning head member, Kai Einsburn."

*Scene Change*

Yuki finds herself back at the Sheriff's department, having ran for a significant period with nobody roaming about since they got wind of the Cockatrice's appearance. This was from the people who were at the area as they either locked themselves into their homes or exited the city. Afterwards, the princess leans her rear against the building's wall, possessing both hands behind her with her blue purse continuing to be mounted atop her shoulder. During that, Yuki catches her breath, tears steadily going down her face, while muttering out of frustration, "That Dante... Keeping such a secret from me." Yuki sniffles, pulls her left hand skyward to make an effort in wiping the tears away and persists her speech with her voice breaking a little, "And I really t-thought there was someone who t-truly cared about me. That was nothing more than a ruse, however."

Ilya suddenly arrives at Yuki's right with a passive demeanor while also resting her posterior onto the wall and replies to the pink-haired girl's words without viewing her as she still has her grasp upon the big backpack. "Who ever stated he doesn't?"

Yuki quickly snaps her gaze to Ilya and is overcome by surprise. "Miss Know-It-All!"

Ignoring Yuki's outburst, Ilya gently lowers the backpack besides her feet before straightening herself again to lightly tap the wall behind her with every one of her fingers. "I don't remember anybody declaring that. All merely admitted that he's an Einsburn."

Yuki detaches herself from the wall to confront Ilya as she retorts in an upset tone. "But he lied to me! He shares the same blood as my stepmother and acted like he had no relation to her!"

Ilya shrugs. "So what if they do? It doesn't mean he's their copy."

Yuki swings her left arm toward the side with her eyes shut. "Yes, he is!" The chick resets her gaze upon Ilya once she dropped her western limb and slightly extends the other one towards the hazel-eyed beauty. "As long as this war's been transpiring, an Einsburn has done something to worsen it!" Yuki puts her arm down, sternly clenching her right hand. "They're the main reason for so many people dying!"

A solemn attitude establishes itself onto Ilya. "Don't you think I'm aware of that?! I comprehend that all too well!" She faces Yuki, no longer interacting with the wall as it's now next to her. "I don't need a bratty princess who's never left her castle to tell me that!"

Yuki gestures both arms near her head while exclaiming sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot you're Miss Know-It-All!" The teenage girl hangs her arms again with irritation brimming after bending towards Ilya a tad as she unconsciously allows her purse to descend to the ground. "I don't understand how anybody can put up with you!"

Anger replaces Ilya's personality and draws her face closer to Yuki's. "I could say the same of you!" A thought then occurs within the dame's mind, forcing her to step rearward while shutting her eyes and waves both hands ahead of herself. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is ridiculous."

Yuki tilts her head as her aggravation rapidly vanishes during the female's straightening of her constitution. "What are you talking about?"

Ilya sighs with her head briefly lowered until reverting her attention to Yuki while planting both hands upon her hips. "We went from arguing over Dante to fighting about how we are as people. Doesn't that seem ridiculous to you?"

Yuki mildly sways her head side to side, glimpsing at the surroundings, and contemplates Ilya's question. "Hmmm... Now that you mention it..." The pink-haired character navigates her focus back to Ilya and shamefully nods. "Yeah, it actually does."

Ilya gives Yuki a sympathetic look as she removes her left hand from her being. "Good. Let's address the main issue then. You're afraid Dante isn't who he behaves to be 'cause he's an Einsburn."

Yuki deviates her concentration from Ilya, rests her posterior on the wall again, joins both hands together and hangs her head a bit. "Pretty much... My stepmother's betrayal, and everything that my father told me involving the Einsburns, just doesn't permit me trust them."

Ilya smirks with a hint of sadness showing. "I know the feeling." She peers at the sky. "Even though Velkry has a Treaty with the Einsburn Family, we can't forget what they've done to us." The Spellcaster instills her vision to Yuki with honesty emanating. "But like Lady Adalia, one of Velkry's Royal Council members, once stated... We shouldn't judge somebody for their family's actions. We must base our opinion through them. Which is why..." Ilya unites her hands and politely bows at Yuki with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry for the mean things I said lately. I've been judging you in comparison to a typical princess' attitude. I don't even know you sufficiently to be so critical, and for that, please accept my deepest apologies."

Shock overruns Yuki while silently gawking at Ilya for a few seconds prior to turning her head away and shuts her eyes. "Hmph! As if I need your meaningless apology!" The blue-eyed girl directs her gaze onward so she can part from the wall to passively walk, refraining from looking at Ilya whatsoever. "Anyhow, I think we should return to where Dante and Trace are."

Ilya exhibits a skeptical expression, having repaired her posture, and slants her head to the left as she watches Yuki while thinking, "Does that signify she's already over Dante being an Einsburn?" Realization immediately dawns on Ilya, restoring her head's angling once more while swiftly inquiring, "Wait, who's Trace?"

Yuki mounts her sight upon Ilya as she sustains her traveling. "He's that guy who apparently is acquainted with Dante. I have to go thank him. Though I didn't request it, he did help me out with those two weirdos who summoned that giant chicken thing." She resets her eyes to the path she's journeying.

Vague stress engulfs Ilya while hurriedly picking up the white backpack via both hands after taking the liberty of sticking Yuki's blue purse inside the bag, considering the corset-endowed damsel didn't notice it was on the terrain, and follows Yuki. "That reminds me, don't you find it odd he's familiar of Dante's identity, despite Dante not knowing him?"

Yuki blandly replies. "A little, however, perhaps Dante simply doesn't recall him. They could have met a long time ago."

Ilya gradually catches up to Yuki's right, allotting them to traverse through the course together. "You could be right. After all, I have no knowledge of what Dante was doing before I met him. It's been less than two weeks that I've known him. I haven't put much effort into talking with him about stuff."

Yuki nods amidst displaying uncertainty. "Yeah... We're unaware of the real Dante, aren't we? Solely what he's demonstrated to us."

Ilya observes the landscape without ceasing her advancement as her head's positioned on the right section of the backpack. "That's true. Makes you wonder... Is he truly as he appears?"

Yuki temporarily stays quiet until sharply inhaling and wholeheartedly comments, "I'm sure if we ask, he'll tell us! And once we do, we might discover how Trace knows Dante!"

Ilya confidently nods, shifting her focus onward. "Right. Who knows? They may be chatting concerning that and give us a fast answer."

The duo happily smile at each other with no sign of worry while continuing their way to Dante and Trace's location.

*Scene Change*

Going several minutes back in time, Dante casually strolls to the south end of the street where the Hawk Brothers previously stood, both hands in his pockets, as the sun begins to set. Afterwards, the young man confronts Trace, who's at the northern region of the road roughly twenty meters away, and contentedly questions, "So, my DEAR big brother has the Trailblaze Organization doing his dirty work and is in charge of disposing a nasty thorn such as myself, correct?"

Trace watches Dante with a composed conduct, retaining his arms entwined. "It's just a part of our relationship. You could call it whatever you want, but it won't alter my mission."

Dante grins, excitement overflowing. "That's understandable! I oughta' be grateful, really. I was in a bad mood earlier! A good fight is exactly what I need at this moment!"

Trace tightens his grip on his arms and exhibits a callous demeanor. "You're a strange one. That obsession with combat might lead to your downfall." The purple-haired lad unfolds his limbs to dangle them at their corresponding sides. "Can I ask why you're like that?"

Dante chuckles while sustaining his behavior as he constrains his tone a bit. "Normally, I'd answer..." He pulls both hands out of his pockets with the right appendage continuing to wear the Sealing Glove. "The time for talking is over though." Dante smirks in a devious manner as he abruptly becomes a blur, progressing towards Trace.

Bewilderment swiftly arises onto Trace until instinctively lifting his arms to form a cross-arm block precisely when Dante reached the aqua-eyed person as the blonde's floating in mid-air.

Dante promptly lands a strong, left, thrust kick on Trace's metal arm pads, resulting in a mild shock-wave emanating.

Trace strives to hold his ground and stares Dante down while thinking, "What crazy agility?! If my Speed Spell wasn't still active, I would've been in a lot of trouble!"

Dante temporarily laughs. "I told you already, you may as well vocalize your thoughts!" The gentleman briefly places his right foot upon the terrain to do a quick hop and launches a Bicycle Kick onto Trace's guard after descending his other leg. 

That forces Trace to skid rearwards substantially, maintaining his defense with his head tucked behind both arms. 

Following that, Dante lackadaisically plants both feet on the earth, portraying eagerness. "So far, so good! Now let's see what a Class A Minus such as yourself can really do!" The blonde promptly accelerates again with greater velocity and releases a barrage of punches towards Trace. 

At the same time, Trace attains the immediate thought of Dante's Sealing Glove coming into contact with him while knowing well not to allow that. Thanks to the assistance of his Speed Spell, the vested fellow hastily dodges every punch thrown at him amidst wielding both arms downward as he thinks, "How is he doing this?! It's not in the information I was given! Wasn't he only supposed to possess the Forbidden Sealing Gloves?!"

Dante faintly sighs as he persists the onslaught. "You don't listen, do you?" He hurriedly delivers a reverse, jumping, spin kick aimed at Trace's head via his left foot, however, is barely blocked by another cross-arm pressed against the Spellcaster as Dante orders out, "Vocalize!"

Trace soon separates himself from Dante a tad without taking his sight off the human and drops his arms again. "You have to understand that it isn't easy merely spouting every single thing someone's thinking."

Dante nods. "Fine, I won't bother with it anymore. Just quit restraining yourself and fight. You gotta' kill me, after all. Defending, alone, won't suffice."

Trace momentarily shuts his visible eye. "If you insist." A spark suddenly passes along his body before the character resets his attention upon Dante and journeys towards his opponent with blinding agility, somewhat catching Dante off guard. During that, Trace implements a melee of strikes via all four limbs in different intervals. 

Dante avoids the array of attacks accordingly as he's profoundly impressed by how precise they are. After evading for some time, the Caucasian decides to challenge his adversary through hurling his own onslaught, mostly kicks, while cheerfully stating, "This is more like it!"

Trace rapidly performs a back-step because of Dante's right fist nearly hitting him following the Trailblaze Organization member eluding a couple of roundhouse kicks, although it appeared his effort wasn't going to be enough for escaping the appendage. Luckily, the guy utilized his left arm pad to shield him and then retreated further to create a decent sum of space with relief emitted. "That was careless of me! I can't be misjudging the range of attacks like that!"

Dante expresses another chuckle while facing Trace. "Yeah, but you recovered well." He reaches into his left, rear pocket via his western hand, pulls out his Power Glove and slowly puts it on with the aid of his right appendage. "Hence me believing I shouldn't battle you with simply one glove much longer. You're somebody deserving at least this."

Trace's right eye narrows, concentrating onto the new glove Dante has on. "I was wondering why you were only wearing one. I was told you had two. The #7 and #9 Gloves." Astonishment haphazardly engulfs the young adult as he notices certain details about Dante's glove and mounts his right foot forward. "Wait a second!" Trace points at the Power Glove via his right hand. "Why does it look so different?! They're meant to have everything in common except the number!" The purple-haired male hangs his right limb next to its respective sector. "And that even has a different letter!"

Dante laughs hysterically, both hands embedded atop his stomach, as he contorts his body around. "I said there were changes, didn't I?!" He straightens his posture towards Trace, his arms joined at his abdomen, while tilting his head to the right. "You can't keep getting surprised by each little thing you weren't informed 'cause of your organization's data being out of date." Dante repairs his head's positioning. "Also, a small warning..." The gentleman raises his left hand to the height of his face, so he can show it to Trace. "Don't assume what this is or you'll get badly hurt." Dante accelerates one more time, not permitting Trace the opportunity of issuing a rebuttal, and arrives in front of the aqua-eyed foe with his left arm navigated back as he's ready to strike.

Taking Dante's words to heart for some unknown reason since he didn't totally comprehend the significance, Trace avoids the punch by dashing to his left, and while Dante's left seemingly defenseless, produces electricity in a higher quantity before thrusting his right hand towards Dante's direction. "Electro Shock!" A stream of white electricity soars at Dante from the lad's outstretched limb while on the verge of hitting the gloved fighter.

Luckily, Dante's able to evade the assault via swiftly maneuvering forth, going towards Trace with no difference to his demeanor.

Meanwhile, Trace isn't too worried over his failed attack, compliments of him expecting not to make contact, as he commences generating sparks along his other hand while waiting for Dante to get closer. Once that occurs, the purple-haired guy swings his opened, left hand at Dante's face with immense electricity gathered. "Buster Shock!"

Dante doesn't falter at the incoming strike, aware of it his opponent's intentions via Trace's thoughts, while stepping forward with his right leg to swing himself enough to elude the electrically-charged appendage. Upon that, the wavy-haired human extends his western fist via a 180 degree rotation to attempt a backhand punch onto Trace's left cheek.

Trace reacts to Dante's effort with a rearward weave prior to spinning in the opposite trajectory from his enemy's attack. Also, the Spellcaster elevates his left leg in the middle of the rotation amidst producing sparks and strives for a back, Windmill Kick on Dante's temple region.

In reaction, Dante squats down so the kick can barely miss the top of his head with his eyes glued onto Trace until noticing that the padded individual's momentum hasn't ceased and tries for a reverse leg sweep on the blonde's legs via the same electrically-powered limb he did the previous kick. Though he's amazed, the hoodie-endowed fellow refuses to fall victim to the strike by lightly leaping sideways into the air, and with an impulse, twists himself upside down while remaining skyward. Concurrently, Dante commandeers his left arm inward to issue another punch at Trace's face while fixing his posture.

Trace urgently prevents Dante's attack from landing through raising his guard like earlier while thinking, "I have to block!" Stress quickly encompasses the Trailblaze Organization associate, taking into consideration that it's Dante's left fist being hurled towards him, and remembers the long-sleeved male's previous declaration as he thinks, "Why... Why is it that I can't get his warning out of my head?! It could've been a bluff for all I know!" Trace grits his teeth from frustration as he forces himself to heed Dante's advice and narrowly dodges the punch by ducking while creating a gap for his arms not to be struck, still containing them above him.

Dante displays a pleased behavior at watching Trace's action prior to retracting his left arm and administers a punch with his right appendage onto the adversary's forehead while continually upside down in the air.

Trace manages to avoid the fist via a sideways roll towards the left and rapidly confronts Dante in an upright stance.

Dante instantly torques his body to embed his feet where Trace was standing, looking towards the direction he originated from.

After that, Trace draws his right arm back with sparks expelling as he hops rearward and throws one more stream at Dante.

Dante only hesitates for a second in glimpsing at the jolt of electricity traversing his way while slouched forward. This lasts until the gloved fighter abruptly jumps into the sky to the extent that he arrives at the iron rope over his head, leading to Dante firmly grabbing it and is almost flung off the rope due to the momentum. Fortunately, Dante successfully retains his grip as he perches himself atop the object in a crouching position with both hands holding on.

With that transpiring, Trace's recent assault collides onto a nearby building's wall, tearing into the structure. Not much after, it's depicted that the electricity forged a big hole on the wall, with some smoke and debris made as well.

Dante peers at the cloud that was made and releases an astonished whistle without altering his poise before cheerfully smiling. "That was great!" He switches his concentration to Trace amidst calming himself a tad. "You're Speed Spell's on par with a couple of Class S Spellcasters I know." His eyes briefly grow cold while muttering, "Which is kind of weird, if you ask me. There might be more to this guy than what the surface shows and what I've yet to hear from his mind."

Following that, Trace rushes to station his person beneath Dante with his attention on his opponent, demonstrating a stern conduct as he attempts to catch his breath from the exhausting string of movement. "You know... This is turning into a game of contact!"

Dante slants his head to the right with curiosity established, frowning. "What's that?"

Trace becomes a bit confused. "Contact, the kid game. It's where kids chase after each other until one touches the other first to win. How do you not know about that game?"

Dante nonchalantly shrugs, straightening his head. "Anyway, that basically fits perfect with our current circumstance. The question is..." A mischievous grin replaces his expression with his eyes vaguely narrowing. "Who's gonna' get who first?"

Trace sharply nods, electricity gathering around his right hand. "Exactly!" He thrust his right arm upward with a jolt expanding out from his hand as it goes towards Dante, fast.

Dante rapidly flings himself to the left with the impulse of pulling on the rope via both hands while the electrical attack misses the Caucasian. Unfortunately for him though, it effortlessly cuts through the iron rope, leaving the human nowhere to land besides the ground, which is precisely where he descends to.

Trace keys onto that, perceiving it to be the excellent opportunity to capitalize on striking down Dante. With that idea cemented, the young man hastily dashes to Dante right when the green-eyed character mounts his legs upon the terrain near the building that isn't too far off from the giant gap where the Cockatrice was defeated while situated sideways yet again. As soon as they're within reach, Trace launches a few streams of electricity.

Dante somewhat frantically weaves his body front and back to barely elude Trace's onslaught.

Eventually, Trace comes in with a big, left hook aimed at the posterior of Dante's head while sparks overrun most of his limb. 

Dante portrays bewilderment prior to bending forth to dodge the attack, possessing his arms hanging and is ultimately startled at the sudden sight of an, electrically-charged, right kick journeying towards his face as he thinks, "That was..." He contentedly smirks while persisting his thought process. "Awesome!" Dante promptly receives the kick, forcing his being to contort backwards from the massive impact with sparks resonating on the inflicted area, while pain envelopes him as his eyes are shut.

Simultaneously, Trace feels a small quantity of accomplishment since he was finally able to make contact as he confidently comments with his foot lowered, "Looks like it's my win!"

Dante abruptly opens his eyes, gazing at Trace without moving his head, while grinning in a menacing way as he inquires, "You sure about that?"

Trace's immediately baffled and strives to back away thanks to a sense of danger plaguing him while thinking, "How the...?"

Dante quickly departs from Trace to have his rear towards the Trailblaze Organization personnel before momentarily crouching ahead, concluding with him doing an arching back-flip to leap over Trace. After that, the wavy-haired guy lands behind Trace while restricting the foe's original method of escape with his left arm pulled backwards as he's prepared to issue another punch. 

Out of desperation, Trace stops his progression for a split second as he sprints onward while not watching where he was going. Sadly for him, that was a mistake because of the building's wall is in front of the Shock Spellcaster. Luckily, Trace had the intelligence to focus upon his trajectory, and prior to running into the structure, halts his advancement by skidding his feet on the ground while steering himself towards Dante. 

While that transgresses, Dante kept up with Trace's speed with his left fist still ready and then administers the punch towards the vested gentleman's face at the exact instance Trace confronted him.

With minimal time to waste, Trace temporarily considers blocking the strike for once and urgently thinks, "What's the worst that could happen, really?! If it's not a Sealing Glove, it must be a Power Glove! I'm certain Dante's not THAT strong to do severe damage with it!" He glances at Dante's body build while thinking, "They merely double a person's normal strength...! I can take it! I know it!"

Dante's previous statement randomly resound in Trace's mind with the image of a teenage boy, wielding a similar hair-style as Trace while being a darker shade of purple in contrast, also utters in a sincere voice, "Don't assume..."

Trace's visible eye widens out of disbelief amidst mumbling, "Jace..." He instinctively cocks his head to the left just as Dante's fist was about to collide with his face and hits the wall instead. This causes the structure to swiftly crack throughout all directions until fully breaking down, a loud crashing sound reverberating, and crumbles to the landscape as smoke is created behind Trace for several seconds. In the meantime, Trace turns his head eastward, witnesses the effect of Dante's punch while completely stunned by the wall's fast disintegration and can't help shivering a little from fear.

After registering Trace's reaction, Dante chuckles while slanting his head to the right. "You were saved, you know?"

Trace resets his vision onto Dante, speechless, as mild confusion is displayed.

Dante smirks. "If you hadn't kept listening to me... Or remembered those words from your brother... You probably would've been in deep trouble right now."

Trace remains quiet with Dante's remark ringing in his brain prior to gritting his teeth in anger as he tightly clenches both hands. "Don't you dare mention my brother!" An immense sum of electricity explodes from the lad's constitution.

Due to that, Dante has no choice other than to forge some separation from Trace so he's not get caught up by the giant surge while shielding his face with both arms. During that, the hoodie-wearing male gleefully smiles, peaking through his limbs to observe Trace radiate electricity, and softly says to himself, "This is where the real fun begins." Dante lightly laughs.

Then, having recently arrived, Ilya and Yuki station themselves at a decent distance from the two fighters while both confused, not understanding what's occurring. Not long after, the white-haired teen registers Dante's current location with a good grasp sustained on the backpack as she's about to run towards him until getting a simple, right-handed gesture from her male comrade. 

That's utilized to signal no interference as Dante doesn't even divert his concentration from Trace while maintaining his happy attitude.

A bad feeling inside of Ilya hastily arises, compliments of her being unsure if what's happening is any different from the day's earlier scuffle involving the Saints Organization, and shares a concern glimpse with Yuki. Both of the chicks soon point their attention back to the confrontation, allowing Dante to do as he pleases once more.

Dante delivers a thumbs up towards his friends, symbolizing his gratitude for them humoring him, and eventually drops his right arm to the side. "Okay, Trace! Come at me!"

Trace glares at Dante with electricity surging throughout his entire composition, and containing outstanding agility, appears a couple of inches from Dante prior to planting a devastating right punch to the human's gut. 

Dante's immediately left without air as he grimaces from agony, is sent flying into the building behind him and enters its confines via the absence of a wall because of Trace's previous Buster Shock Spell.

Worry engulfs Yuki and Ilya as they yell in unison, "Dante!"

A period of silence follows while Trace patiently awaits, coldly watching the giant hole Dante entered into and ultimately talks with discontent. "Don't tell me that's it! You took my kick to the face with no real problem! I'm positive you'd survive that!" He navigates his right hand onward to clench it. "So, I'll say it to you this time! Come at me!"

Dante chuckles from within the building. "That's what I love to hear!" The wavy-haired individual accelerates out of the structure in the form of a blur and goes for another left punch on Trace with excitement brimming.

Trace doesn't show a shred of surprise from Dante's attack, evades it with a single back-step and tries for a cross-counter punch via his right hand as ferocity is exhibited. "You aren't taking me seriously yet, are you?!"

Dante replies with an unchanged demeanor. "Oh, but I am!" He suddenly elevates his left arm to repel the oncoming strike via his elbow and promptly maneuvers himself to the side through a couple of steps, putting him ahead of his companions' field of vision, while extending his right hand towards Trace's chest as his Sealing Glove starts glowing.

Trace's quickly taken aback as he subconsciously veers his body to confront Dante, unintentionally making it easier for his adversary to reach his target. "It was a trap!"

Dante cheerfully exclaims, inches from getting a hold of Trace, "Yup!"

Hearing that, Trace's resolve flows out while grasping Dante's forearm to prevent him from placing his hand via his own left appendage and firmly declares, "Too bad you're not fast enough!" He hurriedly sends a vast quantity of electricity onto Dante's arm, trespassing to his whole constitution in a moment.

Dante instantly throws his head skyward with his eyes wide open and lets out a horrific scream as he's overwhelmed by unimaginable agony. 

At the same time, the two females watch on with terror while desperately wanting to intervene, however, don't so they won't go against Dante's request, even though it's very difficult for them not to.

Several grueling seconds transgress as Trace persists the high-voltage coursing through Dante to secure the blonde's defeat with the screaming not ceasing until an ominous sensation encompasses Trace and mutters, "Something's not right... Why do I feel-"

Dante cuts Trace off after snapping his head down sufficiently to lock eyes with the fellow. "Like this isn't enough?!" He swiftly clutches Trace's left forearm, the very limb belonging to the hand instilling electricity into Dante, while ignoring the arm pad's presence on that region and comments with determination, "That's 'cause it isn't! Seal!"

Fright rapidly consumes Trace and pulls away from Dante's grip by relinquishing his grasp of the green-eyed gentleman. 

Because of that, Dante's freed from the pain he had suffered for a substantial period while Yuki and Ilya resonate relief, happily shouting, "Dante!"

Afterwards, Trace checks his left arm with his right hand holding it as he sees an incomplete, circular etching mildly shining from the center of his pad and eventually brings his gaze onto Dante, frustration portrayed. "You deceiver! You can place seals through inanimate objects!"

Dante weakly laughs with his posture slumped forth, exhaustion apparent. Plus, the lad's clothing and flesh has been quite scorched up thanks to that prolonged, electrical assault. "I never said I couldn't, did I?"

Trace's greatly enraged, lowering both hands, and stands his ground. "So, from the very beginning you didn't take me seriously! How could you be like that?! I'm here to kill you! What kind of person ignores that plain fact and fights the way you do?!"

Dante angles himself upright while loosening his composition to shake off any remaining agony he's undergoing and responds in an aloof voice with his sight dropped to verify the physical damage he obtained. "Sorry about that. I'm just accustomed to that method. I'll only go all out when my opponent meets an appropriate expectation. Until then, I fight with what I believe would do the job."

Trace swings both arms as he hangs his head a little, his right eye closed. "That's insane!" The male reverts his vision to Dante after putting his arms down again as his wrath boils over. "How can you possibly know it'll suffice if you aren't a Spellcaster capable of detecting magic?! Even if you're aware of my Class A Minus status, we aren't all in the same level of ability!" Trace briefly gestures his right arm to the side. "There are stronger Spellcasters than others within a classification! Do you understand?!"

Dante chuckles during his persisting analysis of his being and commenced checking the condition of his Accelerators. "Definitely. Although it hasn't been that much, I've fought a fair number of Spellcasters belonging to the same class. I noted the differences, especially with those who gained artificial increases to their power..." A light scowl arises as the blonde locks eyes with Trace while tugging on his hoodie via his left hand. "Look at what you did to the clothes Yuki bought me! Now I gotta' get Celty or someone with the Restoration Spell to fix it!" Dante views his attire once more with a frown showing. "I really like this too..."

Trace can't tolerate Dante's behavior much further while starting to produce the highest charge of electricity yet and fervently yells, "Stop toying with me!" The guy cocks his head back while echoing a powerful roar with the electricity exploding from him. "Shock Cloak!"

Dante gives out a sly smile, establishes his focus back to Trace as he descends his left hand and mumbles, "And here comes the climax."

Trace abruptly launches himself onward amidst getting engulfed by electricity, and before Dante knows it, has reached his opponent as he hurls a barrage of punches.

Dante quickly utilizes Accelerator to gain distance via taking multiple steps backwards, however, Trace's velocity had unprecedentedly risen to such profound heights that retreat is no longer an option. This compels the individual to dodge through body weaving, but that was shutdown by an almost invisible right kick to Dante's ribs. On impact, a couple of Dante's ribs cracked as a large quantity of sparks enter his being from that area while gritting his teeth to persevere with a distorted stance presented.

Having took Dante's earlier escape from his attack into account, Trace removes his right leg from his foe to situate it behind himself while bending his knees to squat down. Right after, the Caucasian leaps sufficiently to hit Dante on the chin via an electrical, left-handed uppercut. "Buster Shock!"

With contact successful, Dante contorts rearward enough so his posture straightens itself as he's dazed and aimlessly stares at the sky that has grown darker, compliments of the sun's continuous descent.

Seeing that causes Ilya and Yuki to become distraught while both reverberating a gasp.

Trace hurriedly follows his previous strike with an electrified, right jab towards Dante's face, desiring this to be the finishing blow.

Sadly for Trace, Dante attains his bearings to the point of slanting his head to the right, evading the punch while seemingly losing his balance towards the same direction because of all the damage he's been dealt.

Trace doesn't permit Dante's haphazard mobility to deter his resolve to end the battle as he commandeers his right arm back again, setting-up an electrical punch on the falling Dante. "It's over!"

Right when the fist was going to hit its mark, Dante harshly stomps his right foot upon the ground and prevents his collapse from concluding. Suddenly, the long-sleeved fighter pushes himself to the other section to narrowly avoid the blow as he locks his attention on Trace. While accomplishing that, Dante gingerly lifts his left arm to have it beside Trace's right cheek, his balance gradually failing him once more, and faintly flicks it via his index finger.

Confusion overcomes Trace during the entire thing until the instance Dante flicked his cheek, it abruptly rippling similarly to water. Immediately after, the purple-haired gentleman is sent flying from Dante prior to crashing through the very hole the Cockatrice was defeated.

Yuki and Ilya gawk in astonishment as they weren't expecting such a result from that vague touch initiated by Dante.

Simultaneously, Dante lands on his knees since he resumed his plummeting after hitting Trace while heavily breathing with both hands planted onto the terrain for stability, possessing his back turned to where Trace's located. "That was hectic... I was nearly a goner there..." He chuckles, glances over at his left hand and inhales profusely. "Lucky me that I have you, Breaker."

After a couple of minutes of silence, some rubble is heard being moved from the structure Trace struck as the Spellcaster strains himself to sit up within the ruins. That done, the young adult lets out several, pained coughs with small sums of blood spilling through his mouth's left side. Eventually, Trace pulls his gaze to Dante, not pleased one bit, amidst speaking to himself, "Again, I was careless! I didn't react to that, not considering the immense strength it wielded." Trace remembers the wall Dante destroyed via his Power Glove. "Who would've guessed just a measly finger could contain such outstanding might?!" He expels an agonized groan, gripping his jaw with his left hand, and looks at it while mentally complaining, "Shit! I think he dislocated, maybe even cracked it...!" The lad reverts his concentration toward Dante, puts his left hand on the floor after wiping off the blood that was seeping out of his mouth, slowly stands up and mutters while mildly staggering, "I can solely imagine what would've occurred if he hit me with a full on punch like he did the wall... I mustn't let myself be careless anymore." 

Then, Trace gradually travels towards Dante with lingering agony and is covered by multiple bruises as his vision begins to blur. "I've spent too much time on this damn mission. I have to head back and get stronger... So, I can beat that man." Trace stumbles as his legs grow weaker with every second passing, however, tenaciously keeps on his path towards Dante. "I'm... I'm going to win...! I'm going to win...! I'M GOING TO WIN!" He shouts that last part amidst detaining himself five meters from Dante, generating electricity on both arms.

Dante peers behind himself with exhaustion displayed, his angling staying the same, and smirks. "I like your stubbornness." The male crawls on the landscape to confront Trace before rising to his feet.

The pair stare off as they're on the brink of collapse until Dante briefly chuckles. "This will be it, huh? The end of our awesome fight."

Nodding, Trace's left arm fully charges its electricity. "You bet! And it will conclude with your death, Dante!" He hastily hurls a jolt, having the grandest amount of magic he has implemented to date, via his left arm stretched at Dante while soaring with incredible agility.

Dante, possessing no strength to dodge whatsoever while battered and bruised, unites both hands together with the left hand over the right so he can block the oncoming electrical stream as his Sealing Glove glows again. In addition, the human's momentarily shoved rearward with a giant gust of wind fluctuating from the impact.

Concurrently, Ilya and Yuki strive to sustain their own ground due to how powerful the gale is without diverting their attention from the combatants.

In the Trailblaze Organization member's case, Trace can't believe Dante's not succumbing to the massive pressure while refusing to quit his assault. "What the hell are you?!"

Dante lowers his head with his posture bent forth, his eyes shut, and tries to take a step forward via his right foot. "What am I, you ask?!" He finally succeeds in planting his limb onward and steadily repeats the process four times prior to courageously snapping his head to depict Trace. "I'm Dante Einsburn!"

Trace's instantly set off as his right arm becomes fully charged with the last bit of his magic, alarming him considerably, and glances at it while thinking, "How am I out of magic?! I should have more than this!" The aqua-eyed individual abruptly recalls the seal on his other arm, hurriedly aims his focus to it and thinks, "It's because of that, isn't it?! I was far too careless in this fight!" Trace reverts his vision to Dante with determination resurfacing and passionately shouts, "That won't stop me though!" He quickly brings his right hand together with his left as the stream of electricity greatly increases.

Dante's promptly pushed back to roughly fifteen meters from Trace while drawing near the wall situated at his posterior, although maintains his footing amidst gritting his teeth. Afterwards, the gentleman perseveres through, resumes his advancement despite the onslaught's indescribable might and gradually narrows the gap to a mere three meters, about as far as he got before Trace included his second hand.

Trace's left speechless with his jaw dropping a little.

Dante grins at the sight of Trace's expression until suddenly maneuvering his arms to his right so he can deflect the electricity. Accomplishing that, the Caucasian releases a heart-filled cry with his right arm pulled rearward while not deviating his concentration from Trace whatsoever, takes a huge step forward via his left foot and is ready to land a blow upon his adversary's abdomen.

Trace frantically thinks after retracting his head with both arms brought to opposing sides thanks to the shock he's experiencing, "He broke through!" The young man rapidly assures himself in his mind, "I can't guard in time! He's just too fast, but it's alright!" Trace administers his gaze onto Dante's Sealing Glove. "That isn't the God Glove, so it won't hurt that much! I simply have to grit my teeth and withstand it! Then, I'll counter with my normal fighting strength! My magic's been depleted anyway! Putting a full seal won't do anything! I must survive! That's it!" The purple-haired person braces himself as he thought and receives Dante's punch.

Unexpectedly, Dante's right-handed punch is a lot stronger than Trace anticipated as it effortlessly shattered a couple of his ribs from the point of contact, leaving the padded fellow breathless. 

Trace's instantly hoisted off the terrain and is arched into the air by Dante, however, only temporarily as the blonde mounts a right step to drive Trace down with his left leg lightly raised, compliments of his momentum.

Dante soon yells after his Sealing Glove shines brightly, "Seal!" The character slams Trace onto the ground, it swiftly cracking under the pressure to a range of five meters around while creating some dust off the affected region. 

Meanwhile, Trace lets out a distraught gag with his visible eye wide open as he lightly floats off the earth and thinks, "His right's... As strong... As that flick?!" His back rests on the landscape, the dust dissipating, and spaces out as his eyes are fixed on the decently darkened sky. This continues until the guy glimpses at Dante, who's intently watching him with a delighted smirk, while thinking as he slightly scoffs, "I can't believe this... You're having fun, aren't you... Dante Einsburn?"

Dante proudly nods with his eyes gleaming prior to softly uttering, "Always against strong opponents like you!"

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...