Dante was breathing heavily as he ran along. He was not even slightly winded, but the pressure of the incoming fight got to him despite this being a virtual world. That was the value of virtual worlds after all: their near-perfect realism that could immerse a person fully.
In this moment, Dante likely understood how those brave young men who crashed onto the beaches of Normandy felt. The fear, the excitement, the bloodlust, the madness – it all surged through his mind and ended up making his eyes bloodshot, just like every man with him who was also running to fight. Given their speeds, they immediately clashed with the enemy troops and began spraying blood and limbs all over the place.
Dante was squeezed forward until he came face to face with a woman with a very thin and unattractive body that was not very feminine in shape, but her red eyes and bloodied uniform showed that she was not to be trifled with.
