[Look, he knows this shouldn't work the way it does. But for some reason, it does, a fact he won't question for superstitious worry that maybe it won't any more if he does.
Soul Eater begins to appear in his hand again, but Dante's facing their rear and so he doesn't see the giant puddle before they splash into it. For a moment he's knocked off balance, sword disappearing before it's fully-summoned, swearing up a storm as the muddy water splashes all over him while he tries to regain his balance.
It doesn't seem to have had any effect on the other cicada, though; the bug zips up and over the puddle, coming back toward them.
A glance toward their front shows Dante that they're headed toward uneven ground; he'll never have a clean shot toward the bug if they hit that, and it'll probably slow them down enough that the cicada will catch up to them.]
...I'm gonna do something stupid. Arlene--keep driving!
[He's not taking the time to explain. Instead, Dante swings himself over the top of the driver's seat into the back, summoning Soul Eater once he's gotten himself ready. He studies the cicada for as long as he dares, something within him able to calculate their speeds in a way he can barely begin to understand... and then Dante lets go of the top bar, stepping once up onto the backseat, twice onto the back of the jeep, and leaping out into space, sword arcing overhead toward the oncoming bug.
It shouldn't work. It's impossible. And yet it does--the sword strikes true, slicing clean through the cicada, its two halves dropping out of the air as Dante dismisses the sword just in time to drop knee-deep into the mud, momentum carrying him forward so that he winds up catching himself with his hands, which will be similarly muddy when he straightens up.
Honestly, he's just lucky he didn't faceplant, all things considered.]
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[Look, he knows this shouldn't work the way it does. But for some reason, it does, a fact he won't question for superstitious worry that maybe it won't any more if he does.
Soul Eater begins to appear in his hand again, but Dante's facing their rear and so he doesn't see the giant puddle before they splash into it. For a moment he's knocked off balance, sword disappearing before it's fully-summoned, swearing up a storm as the muddy water splashes all over him while he tries to regain his balance.
It doesn't seem to have had any effect on the other cicada, though; the bug zips up and over the puddle, coming back toward them.
A glance toward their front shows Dante that they're headed toward uneven ground; he'll never have a clean shot toward the bug if they hit that, and it'll probably slow them down enough that the cicada will catch up to them.]
...I'm gonna do something stupid. Arlene--keep driving!
[He's not taking the time to explain. Instead, Dante swings himself over the top of the driver's seat into the back, summoning Soul Eater once he's gotten himself ready. He studies the cicada for as long as he dares, something within him able to calculate their speeds in a way he can barely begin to understand... and then Dante lets go of the top bar, stepping once up onto the backseat, twice onto the back of the jeep, and leaping out into space, sword arcing overhead toward the oncoming bug.
It shouldn't work. It's impossible. And yet it does--the sword strikes true, slicing clean through the cicada, its two halves dropping out of the air as Dante dismisses the sword just in time to drop knee-deep into the mud, momentum carrying him forward so that he winds up catching himself with his hands, which will be similarly muddy when he straightens up.
Honestly, he's just lucky he didn't faceplant, all things considered.]