*Starting Scene*

Water promptly floods the metallic room, taking only around half a minute to touch the ceiling since there are a couple of openings feeding more and more salty liquid on the farthest end of both walls that are adjacent to the entrance. This is so there would be no place to receive oxygen, with multiple, sizable, glass fragments dwelling everywhere as some are floating aimlessly about.

Simultaneously, Dante gingerly travels within the water's confines against his will thanks to the decent current generated. He's presently staring at the upper section of the vicinity that he's facing without any emotion demonstrated, as if the young man's not bothered by the setting's drastic change, and is casually letting out a stream of bubbles from his pursed mouth. Eventually, the blonde slightly notices a fast movement occurring toward his right, glances in that direction, however, isn't able to catch sight of what it was and thinks with a hint of curiosity, "Stalkers." Dante checks out the rest of the area, seeing that the geta-wearing man disappeared while continuing his thought process in an unconcerned manner. "A person would consider it difficult to be swimming in the footwear he was utilizing, but that clearly isn't a problem for him." The hoodie-endowed gentleman persists his search via turning his head to the left and attempts to gain some control over his mobility by beginning to kick both feet a tad. "This kind of sucks. I'm not that strong of a swimmer now that I think about it."

Once that thought was finished, something swims beneath Dante due to there being roughly ten meters dividing him from the metal floor while temporarily traversing in the sealed doorway's direction with remarkable agility. Not long after, whatever went to the entrance abruptly pulls away from colliding into the metal structure as it zooms toward Dante's head in a hurry.

With the feeling of danger lurking, Dante snaps his head up to investigate, although doesn't find anything advancing towards him to his surprise.

Then, without warning, a big menacing shadow rushes upon Dante's left as it barely permits the green-eyed fellow enough time to look and immediately depicts a killer whale merely four meters away as it's ready to chomp down onto him. Because of that, the lad quickly adjusts himself to be poised upright, and by use of Accelerator, jetted skyward after tucking both legs prior to thrusting his feet southward as he narrowly evades the mammal's jaws with reasonable velocity while keeping his eyes locked upon it. Doing so, Dante utilizes both arms to assist in him remaining above as the whale journeys to the room's right side and thinks with minimal interest replacing his former behavior, "Talk about a close call. Luckily, Accelerator's raw agility makes up for my lack of swimming skills, even though the weightlessness can significantly reduce it a handful." A depressing smirk forms with the male maneuvering his body lightly to follow the whale's motion while his mental conversation has not ended yet. "Too bad I have the misfortune of dealing with three, instead of one, in this habitat. That could majorly screw me over if I'm not alert."

Suddenly, another killer whale appears via creeping behind Dante, stationed sideways from the first animal's perspective once it navigated itself back around, with the same intention as its predecessor and produces a deep roar that reverberates a bunch of bubbles.

Dante urgently views the aquatic beast out of the corner of his left eye, internally exclaiming in panic, "Crap!" He haphazardly bends rearward in the effort to dodge via an arching back-flip, however, is caught at his posterior by the whale's nose. This practically flings the Caucasian higher than he desired and sets him up to be assaulted from the right, compliments of the third whale, as he states in his head with his attention onto the new assailant while quite perplexed, "Great coordination. He has them really well-trained."

Afterwards, the charging whale instantly ensnares Dante's torso inside its mouth, not able to imprison his arms though thanks to the wavy-haired guy managing to lift them in time, and continues its fast maneuvering as Dante's forcibly driven through the flooded terrain.

Several moments transgress with Dante trapped in the thrashing sea creature's jaws while striving to escape, but has no real success and gradually becomes raveled by again because of the whale's teeth penetrating his midsection a little as he has both hands placed upon the aquatic animal.

During that, the tanned man who attacked Dante earlier shows his presence a few meters below the ceiling amidst calmly observing what's occurring involving one of his whales and the intruder with both hands submerged into his jeans' pockets, passively kicking his feet to stay elevated. Not even five seconds later, the masculine individual unprecedentedly speaks to himself in the water, undeterred by the obvious absence of air while completely relaxed. "He should be running out of oxygen soon. Honestly, I'm underwhelmed. I know he defeated all of the underlings alone before reaching here. That doesn't change the fact that he's simply a human being though. Realistically, hoping anything from him would be meaningless on my part."

Commencing to get frustrated, Dante sets his sights onto his Sealing Glove prior to thinking in a rush, "I'll have to weaken it or I'll drown! Seal!" The red letter "D" on his right glove shines as a medium-sized, circular etching embeds itself upon the killer whale's left region and leads to the mammal moderately losing its vigor, allotting the endangered human hope while smiling out of accomplishment.

Unfortunately, the sea creature rebels against the abrupt depletion of strength caused by Dante's seal as it swims to the metal doorway with everything it has and launches the character toward the sturdy structure at the last instance when near said object.

Not possessing any time to really do anything other than shifts his position to confront the door, raising his arms parallel to each other so he can shield his upper body, Dante hits the metal with a moderately distraught grimace while gritting his teeth. Right after, the young man floats backwards because of the momentum from the whale's toss and collision with the entrance. He's then hurled to where he originated from against his will, returning to an upright stance in the process, and notices that the aquatic animal had set him up for another assault via one of its predecessors rapidly traveling upon Dante.

The creature lets out a tremendous vocalization as it refuses to allow Dante respite, and for the second time, the hoodie-wearing fighter makes contact with a whale's jaws while his rear's planted onto the metallic blockade.

Luckily, Dante was able to keep the mammal's teeth off his torso by jamming his left foot atop the whale's bottom jaw as he pinned the upper part via his right hand, persevering through the sharpness sinking deep into the appendage while the Sealing Glove's excessively-strong material doesn't tear even a tiny bit.

The red-eyed adversary can't really see Dante from his current angle, although realizes that one of his whales have been put into a stalemate with the lad and utters to himself again while mild bewilderment mixes into his indifferent personality. "My judgment apparently was premature. He managed to survive the immense strength of my whales' teeth, which can take down much larger creatures, not once but twice and continues to hold his own very well after being slammed onto reinforced titanium that withstands somewhere along twenty tons of pressure." He glimpses at the rest of the room's alloy that it is comprised of. "It pales in comparison to these confines since it's made from steel and could resist over a hundred tons of pressure, hence why I and elder brother chose the rooms with this typing. We didn't want to accidentally destroy it when exercising." The Saint Organization affiliate brings his concentration to Dante again with a confident smirk emitted. "Either way, he's doomed whether he escapes from his recent bind or not. His lungs will give way any second now."

Almost as if he overheard the Animal Tamer's indirect taunt, Dante begins to push the killer whale backwards, planting his left hand on the titanium behind him for support, with determination overflowing and unwisely questions underwater, "You think so?!" The Caucasian gags a tad thanks to consuming some of the salty liquid, however, gets over the minuscule discomfort to powerfully force the relentless mammal away.

That results in the whale flipping around with no control for a while and releases a distressful cry.

The individual with large arms vaguely raises his eyebrows out of disbelief, although restrains any sort of alteration in his overall conduct.

At the same time, Dante hurries to face the titanium structure, navigates his person lower via both hands to have his feet touch the floor, steers his left hand back and curls it into a fist while mentally stating, "Let's go for 10%! That should do it!" The blonde sends out a mighty punch during the completion of his sentence, promptly striking the alloyed and makes the water fluctuate according to the metal's afflicted surface. Sadly, Dante's intent fails with the mass of titanium being capable to maintain itself despite such a strong hit.

Mildly amused by Dante's unsuccessful effort, the haori-endowed gentleman eases his composure with skepticism added. "You overestimated yourself. I saw that you were responsible for the outer wall's collapse, but that shouldn't have deluded you into thinking that you're stronger than titanium."

Two of the killer whales head toward Dante's backside all the way from the opposite end of the room, journeying pretty close to the steel floor, while presenting terrific speed and hastily narrow that gap in no time with the purpose of thrusting their entire weight on the green-eyed human.

Dante, choosing to retain his attention toward the titanium blockade, looks at his clenched hand as he's slightly disappointed and lazily thinks, "Whoa... That wasn't good enough." The long-sleeved person veers his focus to the entrance as he draws his fist backwards once more while persisting his thought process. "I guess 12.5% will be the decider. If not, crap's gonna' hit the fan." Dante quickly punches the metal with an extraordinary banging sound followed by a sickening tear because of his limb going through the grand titanium slate. Right after that, the blonde-haired lad swiftly frees his arm from the small hole he made, which started to slowly let out the huge collection of water within the room, while creating a vicious vacuum that tries to absorb him.

On the other side of the metal that restricts Dante inside the room, water gushes out while drenching the stairway with some going off the ledge and descends to the lower levels like a small rain shower. This means the water even traveled down the huge spatial gap where Trace had fought Fang, however, the battle had concluded roughly a minute ago, and during its downpour, the former Trailblaze Organization Spellcaster was taking his deserved rest without disturbance.

Back to the main confrontation, in response to what he saw Dante do, the Wilde Family member's dumbfounded and suddenly experiences a tugging sensation since the water's being drained while profusely kicking his feet to stay away from the new current's flow with his hands out of his pockets to provide help by implementing a reverse peddling motion.

Even though the water's drainage had begun, the two charging whales aren't afraid due to their instincts compelling them to attack their master's foe as they vocalize in unison with less than ten meters remaining for collision.

While the duo get closer and closer, Dante has both hands placed on the titanium object to refrain his dreaded absorption into the minuscule opening, takes account of next assault from his enemy's whales via slanting his head back to peer at them out of the corner of his left eye as he's fairly nervous and says in his mind, "I mainly got two options here 'cause dodging will be super hard right now thanks to this LOVELY current!" A depressed look appears prior to diverting his concentration to the hole and continues thinking with a halfhearted smile noted. "I just wish they both didn't have the risk of getting hurt so much! At least have one hurt less, but... I can't see that being the case!" Dante shakes his head with his eyes closed.

Then, with a meter left between the two whales and Dante, a fast adjustment in positioning transpires after the wavy-haired mounted his feet upon the titanium obstruction, having each one located a few feet next to the hole, and completely stands on it with his eyes intently staring at the advancing predators via his head tilted back again. A split second later, a spine-tingling impact resounds while forcing the metallic slate to extensively buckle, resulting in the opening Dante caused to widen and almost give way underneath his feet. It's then revealed that the green-eyed gentleman had halted both whales, however, in a way that no one would have predicted since he didn't have the good fortune of using his legs like how he stopped the lone animal that he pushed off earlier and willingly fed the two attackers his arms to insure a successful cease in their momentum without immediate loss of his life. Of course, Dante's actions did not come with no repercussions as the blue water he's been in for the past few minutes has abruptly gained a dark shade of red at the areas toward his left and right that commenced to generate from both aquatic predators' mouth.

Again unable to get a clear view of Dante, especially since he has to maintain his battle against the overwhelming current with the obvious decrease of water occurring simultaneously, the tanned Asian solemnly analyzes his whales' stance as he softly utters, "Now what? It couldn't be that he stopped both of them at once? No human could dream of achieving such a feat. It's not possible."

Eventually, enough of the water's drained from the room to leave it right below the height where the hole was created with air having its presence known once again as the third whale circles around like a shark thanks to its dorsal fin sticking out until arriving at its master's left side, who had recently stood up while about half his body's submerged. Following that, the Animal Tamer pets the obedient sea creature with his left hand, causing the mammal to cry contentedly, as he awaits the outcome of the last clash involving his other two whales and the opponent due to all three currently being underneath the water while it's noted that the Spellcaster's expelling the water he consumed when speaking from his pores.

In about a minute, Dante's head finally surfaces while the water reaches the height of his chest with his arms still detained by both killer whales, whom are aimed the other way, as he somehow managed to commandeer himself to confront the red-eyed man and gives off a lackadaisical attitude during his heavy gasping for air.

Quite dumbfounded, the geta-wearing male halts his petting of the third aquatic animal and plainly asks, "Who are you?"

Neglecting to answer his adversary's inquiry right away, Dante unprecedentedly lifts his left foot forward, although this can't be seen by the masculine person with his footwear briefly glowing, before thrusting it backwards to kick the titanium structure at a spot lower than where he previously punched as he easily creates another hole to release the rest of the water.

The sleek-haired Spellcaster glares at Dante, not too fond of what just happened and the fact Dante's acting so natural, while the expulsion of water from his pores comes to an end. "Why didn't you do that from the start?"

Dante replies in a straightforward manner with an arrogant grin after placing his left foot down just when it stopped glowing. "I needed better leverage to kick at that level. I had that as an option when your pets came at me, however, I concluded this to be much more efficient." He chuckles a tad.

The haori-endowed gentleman scoffs in disapproval while brushing off that his whales will soon be without water. "How quaint. You had no issue answering that question. Is it because I haven't introduced myself?"

Dante innocently shrugs his shoulders after replacing his grin with a halfhearted frown. "Maybe. Normally, I would've figured it out a long time ago, but I can't hear your mind for some strange reason, even though I'm certain there were plenty of instances we were near one another." The blonde cocks his head to the right as the last bits of water are no more while merely leaving the steel terrain soaked like both males' attire and bodies. In addition, the two mammals are now resting the side nearest to the floor, refusing to unfasten their hold on their prey with Dante's arms dripping blood upon the steel below. "Oh, well... I prefer people telling me their name out loud anyway."

Seeing the blood, the green-haired individual rests his gaze back on Dante, not bothered by the squirming produced by the killer whale to his left as he removes his hand from atop of it, while exhibiting an uncaring demeanor. "You've gone from perishing due to lack of oxygen onto perishing due to blood loss. This whole intrusion has been a disgrace."

Dante straightens his head as a hint of confusion surfaces. "I don't get what you're saying." The Caucasian does a quick double-take between his left and right arms with realization setting in. "Oh, you mean this!" Dante switches his attention to the Wilde Family member before asserting his arms strength to suddenly force the mouths of his opponent's beasts to snap open in unison via both hands pushing powerfully upon the hard palate that's inside, breaking their jaw instantaneously in the process.

A shocked look overtakes the Animal Tamer while simply observing what's ahead.

Dante nonchalantly retracts his arms out of the currently unconscious whales that fully lie atop the floor, making sure not to cause them any more pain than he's already afflicted, and then takes a couple of steps forth as his arms only suffered a couple of puncture wounds that match the mammal's teeth near the backside of his shoulders with minimal blood seeping out while his vision's fixed on the tanned man. "You'd be smart to acknowledge that I'm not some average dude. I'm a guy who's out for revenge."

Finding interest in what Dante recently stated, the Asian-looking person whispers to himself with suspicion momentarily overtaking his behavior, "Revenge?" He closes his eyes as he sternly shakes his head and speaks in a louder volume to properly converse with Dante. "No, your reasoning holds very little meaning, so I won't ask." The green-haired man eliminates all signs of emotion before establishing his focus on Dante yet again. "I'm Orca. I'm the middle child of the last Wilde Family household. I'll be responsible to protect our beliefs and avenge those you've killed."

Dante gingerly laughs as his personality has gotten a bit laid-back. "Not like I killed them all. 75% at most, if you consider death by severe magical depletion very probable of occurring in weak-willed Spellcasters, and that's because I was in a hurry to meet someone with the info I'm looking for." His eyes grow cold with the same absence of emotion that Orca's demonstrating. "I should actually kill the survivors once I'm done here."

Orca retorts without hesitation while unexpectedly starting to gyrate and stretch both of his gigantic arms in preparation for battle. "By all means. Failure is an enormous sin. You'd be a part of God's wrathful hand in that aspect."

Dante peers to his right and displays mild annoyance. "You have no clue how ironically accurate you are there, really." He sets his sights on Orca with a blank demeanor brimming. "So, I guess it's my turn to say my name, huh?"

Orca firmly shakes his head as the black/white creature halts its haphazard movement, having lost a lot of strength, and vocalizes in agony. "The necessity of that has disappeared. You said a certain phrase which led to my discovery of who you are." The Spellcaster locks onto Dante's hands, his own left hand mounted on the frail whale again while the other arm he was stretching has been brought down. "A young man, 20 years of age, wearing two gloves, has dark blonde hair, emerald green eyes and his personality's fairly bizarre pending on the circumstance he's in." Orca eyes meet with Dante's. "You're no one other than Dante Einsburn. The younger brother of Kai Einsburn, who's very interested in finding his lost sibling from what I've heard. Could it be due to your ownership of two Forbidden Sealing Gloves...? Or because you have the mind reading ability the Einsburn's head is supposed to have?"

Dante decides to commence his own form of stretching via extending his legs to the side, one at a time, while twisting his arms in the opposite direction according to what lower appendage is extended by tugging a hand with the other as some popping sounds resonate and answers without a shred of fret. "Very likely it's both. After all, my brother's a greedy and envious individual. Though your info's out of date like Trace's." The hoodie-wearing person plants his hands upon his lower back after stationing his feet three inches apart to contort himself backwards as he witnesses the two holes he caused on the titanium blockade. "Hey, since I beat your pets, will you tell me what I want to know now?" Dante takes his hands off his back so he can properly face Orca, however, is quite caught off guard by something and cocks his head to the left out of curiosity. "Uhhh... Explain?"

The reason for Dante's inquiry is because Orca had abruptly transformed his appearance with not a single warning in the mere seconds the Caucasian took his gaze off him. Currently, the Animal Tamer's body has at least doubled in size with his skin becoming smooth, turning mainly black in terms of the back, all four limbs and upper face while everything else that's in view is white. Also, Orca's forelimbs grew wider to imitate a killer whale's pectoral flippers but sustained his hand's usual structure as his head mutated to be exactly like the aquatic animals he commanded, except that it's angled forth so he wouldn't have trouble seeing Dante, with his sleek hair having receded into nothing. He has a long dorsal fin expanded from the top of his back that tore through Orca's green coat, which isn't the only tear the outfit had received thanks to his person's general increase in build, with the color blue added to his red eyes while noticeably having conically interlocking teeth too.

Not long after, Orca speaks in a slouched pose due to his new form's great mass while softly crying in the same way the sea mammals do. "Bestial Merging. I fused with the animals I control to gain their capabilities. It's common to take a little while longer to be completed, however, I was already midway into the merge." The Asian momentarily gestures his arms without acknowledging the instantaneous loss of the agonized sea creature's presence that was to his left. "That's why my arms' substantial girth didn't suit my body previously and I could withstand long periods of time in water, even talk."

Dante repairs his head, checking the nearby surroundings as he finds out that the two unconscious killer whales have also vanished, and chimes in discovery with his arms folded together, "Oh! I see why I can't hear your thoughts!" The green-eyed lad smirks while composing himself to concentrate on Orca once more. "You've been mostly going on instincts, right?" Dante randomly swipes his right foot around without lifting it from the steel terrain. "It's not as if I have the inability to hear what animals are thinking, but they're more prone to acting without contemplation, making things entertaining for me when dealing with them."

Orca gives off a serious expression. "I'm not some clown that's here to amuse you." The transformed individual becomes a blur to arrive right in front of Dante and throws a left hook with every bit of intention to maim his foes' face.

Dante uses Accelerator to avoid the strike with outstanding finesse and appears behind Orca, poised under his elongated dorsal fin, while temporarily having his back towards the black/white being as he's watching him out the edge of his eyes via the blonde turning his head to the left. At that moment, the hoodie-endowed male went into a callous personality to comment, "You're absolutely correct. You're just a bastard that I want to get info from and then kill, but I'll have to rough you up before either." Dante pulls his left hand to his right, sturdy it into a fist and throws a backhand punch with his body lightly rotating in the same direction.

Orca hurriedly acts by bending backwards to swing down his dorsal fin on Dante as he calmly states, "If you can even manage that."

Dante leaps to his left amidst his attack, having been forced to change his method, and dodges the fin while seeing it hit the steel floor with a loud bang. Then, taking advantage of Orca's contorted stance, the green-eyed young man reaches for the adversary's right shoulder since it's the closest body part to him via his right hand and succeeds in making contact as Dante firmly says, "Seal!" His fused Sealing Glove shines, however, only etches an almost invisible seal atop Orca's shoulder while masked by the haori coat. This causes disbelief to plague Dante while continuing to be elevated in the air for a handful of seconds. "You got to be kidding! I finally came across a Spellcaster with enough magic to resist the majority of a seal!"

Orca, in his bent position, releases a second left-handed punch after briefly extending the limb to its proper side with the goal being Dante's right elbow so he can break it. "Must I repeat myself? You overestimate yourself, Dante."

Dante quickly retracts his right arm as he fortunately keeps it from getting hit and lands his feet upon the floor below. "You could if you feel obligated to. I'll merely ignore you though 'cause I know I'm not."

Orca impulses himself to stand upright via the utilization of his dorsal fin that had been planted onto the metallic terrain for a while prior to directing a third attack involving his left fist once he face towards Dante. "How exactly?"

Dante lifts his left hand, catches Orca's powerful fist with minimal issue aside his legs slightly buckling and rebuttals in an undeterred manner. "Like this."

Orca doesn't seem too concerned about what Dante just accomplished as an intense stare down transpires between them. "Is this your normal strength or are you getting assistance from something? A human, no matter who it may be, couldn't realistically attain this power you're wielding."

Dante submits more pressure upon Orca's fist, however, can't make the Wilde Family member budge much with the tip of his feet trying to dig into the steel while his heels are raised. "Pay closer attention. You'll get your answer that way."

Orca glances at Dante's gloves since he suspected them to be the reason behind his enemy's extreme abilities and specifies his focus on the left hand-wear. "Both gloves aren't as they were first described to me by my eldest brother, but the one with white has more differences. White is the symbol of holiness, unlike the black that would pertain to the Forbidden Gloves. It's possible for this to be a Power Glove, but what you managed with the titanium door isn't something the ordinary Power Gloves could muster even if they had a human user that could leave a minor dent on it." The blue/red-eyed man displays a hint of discontent. "There's only a select few of Power Gloves that could hope to give their wielder amazing strength that has no determined limit. These gloves weren't made by mortals, but made by a divine being. These gloves I'm referring to are given by the chosen that are, in all essence of the phrase, His hands."

A bored look emanates from Dante's face with his left appendage twitching a little from Orca's continuous might. "Would you say it already? You're dragging on, and if this was an anime, I think the audience would riot for it stalling like it is. Actually, scratch that. It's plain as day that you know what this is." The Caucasian motions his head towards his stretched limb while uttering that last part. "So, no more wasting anyone's precious time, okay?" Dante lets go of Orca's fist to weave toward his right and mounts a liver blow upon the Animal Tamer via his clenched right hand while the Sealing Glove keeps shining.

Orca isn't bothered by the hit at all as he swings himself in Dante's direction, stationing his left arm back to the side it belongs yet again, with his right hand stiffened to send a powerful chop and rams the attack across the wavy-haired person's left cheek, who wasn't able to evade because of its incredible agility.

Dante's immediately flung to the floor, face first, while an even louder noise is made on impact and is now lying on his stomach with both hands parallel to his body, the Sealing Glove having ceased its radiance in the meantime, as the green-eyed gentleman stays still for quite some time.

Orca adjusts the way he's standing so he can gaze down onto Dante's backside with his emotions back in check due to losing his cool not that long ago, although it was mainly under control. "For the first time, your words have meaning. No more stalling. I'll put an end to your life now." He curls his right hand into a fist before hastily bringing it down via a life-threatening punch and attempts to smash the appendage against the small of Dante's back, but completely loses track of his opponent without time to detain his strike. As a result, Orca crashes his fist atop the steel's surface, creating a sizable impression of his knuckles that's around a meter deep. Following that, the smooth-skinned Asian veers his vision to the right to investigate if Dante's over there, however isn't, and verify if the gloved human's that way. Unfortunately the large man, in the middle of his head's steering, Orca barely notices that someone's actually ahead of him, desperately tries to snap his attention in that direction and manages to do just that solely for the transformed Spellcaster to get hit by a right-footed Super Kick on the bridge of his snout.

While that occurs, Dante's positioned sideways with his right leg extended in the air and strictly questions, "Who'll end who?!"

Orca staggers away from Dante a bit, his eyes temporarily shut, as he can't help feeling significant pain while torquing back until gathering his bearings enough to launch a storm of nearly undetectable punches at Dante with anger emitted. "Repeating myself is meaningless!"

Dante responds accordingly after drawing his right foot next to his left that's now facing toward Orca like the rest of his body swiftly did in a single, fluent motion and initiates his own barrage of fist-based strikes with rage overflowing as both of his gloves are radiating red light out of their letter, making this the second battle which God's Power Glove has radiated any sort of glow on Dante's desire while being the third bout in total to transpire. "You know what's meaningless?! This entire organization!"

Orca's eyes widen with fury glimmering in them as the tone of his voice escalates while a rapid-fire exchange of blows land on each one. "I won't tolerate your unrighteous insult to our great organization! Where do you get the gall to do so?! You must be another individual who's jealous of our good fortune to have God's love and grace! Is that it?!"

Dante doesn't back down to the overwhelming pace of their hits, despite suffering more damage than Orca via heavier bruising ailing his person due to the injuries he already has on his arms reducing their output while bits of blood scatter onto the steel floor and the impeccable strength his enemy administers also factoring in, as annoyance mixes along with his rage. "I swear, how many of you are stuck in that bull crap?! You all can praise His name from the moment you're conceived to the moment you die and things will remain the same! Don't you get it?! Spellcasters are-"

Orca, upset by Dante's words, passionately screams in a primal way as he cocks his right arm down, "BE QUIET!" The haori-endowed assailant drives his fist owned by his right arm upon Dante's abdomen in an uppercut fashion while hoisting the invader into the air.

Dante gags during his ascension with his courageous assault coming to a halt, dangling above Orca, as he spaces out because of the excruciating agony surging through every ounce of his person and trembles in random intervals while vacantly staring at the formerly green-haired male.

Orca harshly tells Dante, having not yet displaced his fist from where it's lodged, without lessening the volume of his voice, "TO A CLASS A PLUS SPELLCASTER SUCH AS MYSELF, AND A DEVOTED MEMBER OF THIS ORGANIZATION, EVERYTHING YOU EVEN MURMUR HAS NO MEANING!" He frees his right hand out of Dante's gut only to swiftly have both appendages grab the airborne lad's hips, momentarily retains Dante levitating so Orca can tuck his head behind the blonde gentleman's legs, heartlessly brings him down to the steel in front of Orca and slams Dante's upper back against it via a modified Standing Powerbomb.

Upon impact, a horrific sound echoes while the area where Dante was drove onto caves in, becoming a human-sized crater, as the hoodie-wearing Caucasian demonstrates a pained expression with his teeth gritted and has his arms briefly lying on the floor. Sadly, things don't end there as Orca quickly restores his posture, keeping his clutches tight on Dante, and makes his younger adversary's experience a second Standing Powerbomb with even more strength applied while grunting angrily. This causes the crater to expand through the steel, which means Orca's now inside the afflicted region, with another intense noise reverberating as Dante groans in pure agony after his head collided onto the terrain this time, his eyes shut in the attempt to bear the pain. Not satisfied, the Animal Tamer hoists Dante's motionless body, ignoring the probability of the intruder having already lost consciousness, and does a third Standing Powerbomb that stretches the metal to such an extreme that roughly half of the room has been enveloped by it.

At that point, Dante has a completely dazed look on his face with his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as both legs are still mounted atop Orca's head and has his mouth wide open.

Still not satisfied, Orca goes through the necessary movement before initiating a fourth Standing Powerbomb that brought the crater to reach all four steel walls that the room's comprised of while forcing a quaking sensation to arise for a couple of seconds. Taking in a deep breath, the smooth-skinned man promptly hoists Dante into the air, continuing his strong grip on the helpless person's hips, and hits Dante with a modified Sit-Out Powerbomb to finish his onslaught as a huge shock-wave resonates in every direction at the instance contact occurs, which results in the crater escalating so much that the walls' structure become quite deformed, however, mainly stay intact. After doing that, Orca lets go of Dante so he can move away from the battered young man, not thinking twice in shoving his opponent's legs off his head in the process via his left hand, until getting up and commences walking to give himself distance with his back facing toward Dante. It doesn't take long for the Spellcaster prior to detaining his separation that presently involves about eleven meters of space as Orca confronts Dante while trying to catch his breath with a plain demeanor.

Meanwhile, Dante's sprawled on the profusely bent steel while seemingly passed out, however, begins muttering in an exhausted voice with his eyes aimlessly shifting around to make sense of the vicinity since he's continually disoriented, "Huh... Strong..." A sympathetic smirk shows itself as the wavy-haired human faintly slants his head side to side. "I wish... I could... Enjoy it..." Dante inhales to release a big sigh of sadness.

Orca's eyes twitch from surprise and then starts to regain a little of his anger as he coldly comments, "Monster."

Dante halfheartedly retorts loud enough so he could be heard after painstakingly sitting up with both hands stationed between his legs that are outstretched forward to set his concentration on Orca, although his vision's currently distorted thanks to his physical condition and is feeling lightheaded. "I'm not the fish man here, so you calling me that is kind of strange. I know, whales aren't fish, but you get what I mean." The gloved male presses his hands atop the floor for leverage as he gradually stands to his feet.

Watching Dante's rising, Orca unprecedentedly questions his strong-willed foe due to finding his ability to persevere quite astonishing, "The revenge you are seeking... What did the Saints Organization do to merit it?" The formerly green-haired enemy closes his eyes to harden his behavior. "We haven't done anything to you before today, and of course, we likely would've never had done anything if you had refrained from attacking us. You weren't even in our radar." Orca reopens his eyes to stare at Dante with no emotion whatsoever. "Your family is our main priority as a matter of fact because they're the ones we're constantly at war with. We know you're the outcast of the Einsburns and the mere benefit we could get from disposing of you are your gloves, however, that in itself would just be to destroy them. It's God's will for the obliteration of those blasphemous things."

Dante chuckles, having recently gotten to his feet, and stands as best as he can manage with his eyesight returning while slumped forth a tad. "Pisses you off that I own one of HIS gloves, doesn't it?"

Orca remains silent with his eyes glaring intently at Dante while fury's brewing.

Dante lifts his eyebrows in a cocky way as he's tilting his head back. "Cat got your tongue?" The blonde reverts to a detached attitude and positions himself appropriately with both hands toward opposing sides. "Now, to answer your question, you got to tell me something first. Do you recall the execution from five years ago? Who was behind it exactly?"

Orca's confused by Dante's inquiry, however, persist in exhibiting fury in addition to a cool behavior. "Executions are often in the Saints Organization to rid the world of evil. You'll have to be more..." The Wilde Family member trails off with a few rapid blinks of the eyes transgressing while abruptly recollecting a memory of an occurrence told to him by someone. Once that happens, Orca shows acknowledgment via a firm nod and talks in a solemn tone. "I finally understand. That has to be the reason you'd wage war against the second most powerful Spellcaster group and its most powerful Spellcaster Family." A fragile grunt escape from his mouth as it's temporarily shut. "I didn't know that person's death would matter so much to you."

Dante gives out a false laugh while peering to his feet to check them. "Funny... I met one of this organization's so called SAINTS and he figured who I was by my asking. Though, he had the nerve to compare my looks to Kai's, so he must have been quite snoopy for a simple pastor."

Orca nonchalantly responds with his right arm brought up to gestured as it stays on his side. "Indeed." The masculine man puts his partially extended limb back down. "Honestly, those titles they have don't contain any real meaning. They merely gave themselves such to present their devotion, but that doesn't translate to the full strength of the Saints. For example, if you somehow succeeded in defeating me by some miracle, my eldest brother's someone you couldn't ever hope to overtake."

Dante deviates his focus to Orca and yells in agitation, "I don't care! I'm going to take you all down even if it kills me, so stop beating around the bush and answer my damn question!"

Orca's unconcerned by Dante's enraged personality. "You're being very hostile, Dante. That person we righteously punished certainly was someone dear for you. Alas, I'll have to be the bearer of bad news. I don't have any knowledge of who orchestrated their execution. There are at least six in this organization who have supreme command on all lesser ranked than them. My eldest brother's a part of that six, and if anyone would know, he's the perfect person to ask. You just had the misfortune of invading this base when he and my other two older brothers were out fighting against your dishonorable family's army under that vicious cousin of yours."

Dante drops his head as both hands clench into fists in the attempt to restrain his emotions. "Is that for a fact...? Damn... I feel like I lost then... The whole point of attacking you guys was to find the one responsible..." The hoodie-endowed lad sighs in disappointment without changing his composition and then speaks in a way that makes him sound as if he has no life from within. "I can safely bet that you won't tell me where your brothers are, so I'll end this conversation with an explanation and a multiple choice question. That way your death has more MEANING."

Orca vocalizes like a whale with rage slowly emanating while silence regains its hold on him.

Dante tilts his head to the left, keeping his vision set on the floor, as he states in a menacing manner, "Lotus and Esdere... They're apparently under your PROTECTION, right? Like Linesville, but what I noticed is that there's no protection, really. This organization simply takes advantage of others for their self-centered beliefs and leaves them to fend for themselves when crap gets bad. Of course, I won't lie and say I'm not like that in my own way. I'm quite a hypocrite to be honest, however, I wouldn't sacrifice others for my goals. If I cause anyone trouble, I'll take responsibility, apologize and make things better without fail." The Caucasian closes his eyes before shifting his head in the other direction and utters in a fervent voice. "I originally was going to avenge only one person and that would've been my justification to kill every Saint that stood in my path! It's too bad I got to witness more of this organization's cruelty, so now I'll tear this place into pieces for them as well!"

Having tolerated all he could from Dante's speech, Orca releases a primal shout prior to charging at the green-eyed individual in top speed, making him practically invisible.

Dante acts on Orca's instantaneously advancement via a fast snap of his head to be poised upright and briefly disappears once Accelerator's rims shined at the same time both the blonde's gloves did.

At the midpoint of the space between them, the two opponents clash while resuming the blinding exchange of punches with both valiantly standing toe to toe. During the unparalleled plethora, the steel room remarkably shakes to the might of each fist thrown as neither fighter even try evading a hit, causing excessive wounds to be displayed with tiny chunks of blood showering around them. Then, with barely ten seconds passing, a momentarily halt comes to their blows as Orca gradually gets ready to renew his assault and has both arms elevated at his sides while angrily commenting, "You're ridiculous!"

Dante pulls his left arm back, presently having his left leg floating backwards because of the momentum administered by the abrupt ceasefire, as his right arm's stationed horizontally in front of his chest. "And you're funny-looking!"

Both men continue on fighting with overwhelming determination as exhaustion commences to play a part, however, they don't permit even that to deteriorate their battle. After several more seconds transgress, Orca remembers something, which he first tries to ignore so his rampage wouldn't falter but couldn't help himself and asks in a serious tone while hiding how tired he is, "What happened to your multiple choice question?!"

Dante lightly scoffs while making both him and Orca pull back their attacks again in the same stance they took previously, long enough to say in a tenacious method with his passionate demeanor persisting, "Curious now, huh?! Okay, I'll tell you! Would you rather be defeated by Lucifer or God?!"

Orca becomes profoundly infuriated by what he heard and re-instills the flurry with no words spoken, however, soon comes to discover that something isn't right as he softly mumbles in worry, "My arms... They feel heavy and slow!"

Dante, also throwing multiple punches so he wouldn't lose out to Orca, rebuts to his foe's revelation while brimming confidence. "Come on! You didn't notice until now?! Either you're very strong or very dense! Every time contact's made, I'm not simply hitting you with Breaker's power! I've been placing seals with each one dealt by my right hand! They just don't show on your body, but with significant dedication, progress will be made nonetheless!"

Orca's psyche breaks at listening to Dante's statement as he detains his bombardment of strikes so he can cock his right arm back and powerfully screams with his eyes fixed on the human while launching the curled appendage, "HEATHEN!"

Dante quickly brings his left foot back for the third time, again positioning himself in a sideways stance, and reacts to Orca's oncoming strike via hopping off the ground sufficiently to torque his body forth. This leads to the blonde landing a thrust kick upon Orca's fist with so much strength that the skin and bones belonging to the Animal Tamer's arm bursts, causing blood to splatter in large quantities. As that occurs, Dante stares intensely at Orca while his left legs elevated ahead and is still off the steel floor. "Sucks to be you that I already decided to kill you with God!"

Orca reels backwards with bewilderment emitted due to both what transpired to his right arm and what Dante has recently declared as he's unable to do anything for a split second, which is all the young intruder needed.

Dante stomps his left foot onto the floor in ferocity, bridges the little gap created by Orca staggering back via his legs being fairly spread, while placing his left elbow against his ribs and releases an uppercut on the center of the Wilde Family member's abdomen with God's Power Glove shining more in a brief instance.

Orca's immediately sent flying high up, crashes his back upon the steel wall's middle region at the opposite end from the entrance and becomes pinned to it thanks to his dorsal fin being submerged into the with his limbs located pretty close to his person as his eyes are tightly shut. Not long after that, the Spellcaster does his best to gather his strength and opens his eyes, however, his vision has blurred to the point that he's basically blind at the moment.

With his Sealing Glove stopping its radiance, Dante swiftly directs himself to stand sideways via his left foot backwards yet again, lifts his still shining God's Power Glove to his chest's height and mounts his right hand atop the red letter "E" while burying all five fingers into it any way possible. Right after that, the glove overflows greater sums of light as Dante's gazing at Orca out of the corner of his eyes and says in an emotionless tone, "You forced me to get this far. 15%'s normally my last resort, but you won't die even when I used it without time restrictions. Now, thanks to that, I have to use 17.5% and hope I don't accidentally lose control. You really messed up." He removes his right hand from his left to bring the limb wearing God's Power Glove back and swings it in Orca's direction with an impeccable shock-wave soaring ahead.

In less than a second, the shock-wave collides onto Orca, impaling him into the steel wall more, while numerous cracks are made as they travel all across the metal structure's surface and leaves the transformed adult riving.

Dante, demonstrating his intense hatred, draws himself back into position to do it again without any remorse, driving Orca deeper through the wall and causes the cracks to expand onto the ones nearby while even affecting the ceiling. Motivated by what's happening around him, the green-eyed individual promptly sends a third shock-wave, ailing the entire area pertaining to the doorway with tears thanks to the other three walls completely being afflicted. After that, Dante puts his left hand down on the steel floor, trying not to make it break in the process, and pushes himself off the terrain to fly towards Orca. Within mere moments, the hateful young man reaches Orca with his left hand poised to his side and releases one final strike upon the Spellcaster's torso that easily shatters every cracked section of the room while making his enemy soar backwards once again with a lifeless look on his face.

Orca drops from the air since he and Dante were fighting at the top floor of the main building after floating for a bit as he falls to his death with his consciousness having totally left him.

Simultaneously, Dante does a front-flip before descending, lands both feet onto the steel floor not too far from the edge where there's now a view of the outside region, although mostly blotted by the canyon's wall that's not too far away and lackadaisically watches Orca's fall in an upright posture via both hands dangling toward opposing sides of his person, neither God's Power Glove nor Accelerator are shining anymore, while debris rains down in the background.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...