Dante fell into the ravine.
His body was on the verge of giving in completely; he held Nagasawa's body firmly as he tried to find some place where both could survive.
While one hand was at the waist of the unconscious woman, the other held Durandal, which was being excessively worn.
He projected himself between the corners of the ravine, using Durandal as a stake to hold on.
"ARGH!" Dante's hands were completely broken, but he couldn't let that shake him.
"Damn it! Those arrogant bastards," he cursed, feeling his legs and arms starting to give way slightly.
"There's no way, if I die, she'll die too," he thought, and bit Nagasawa's neck, drawing some blood enough for his regeneration to return slightly. Even if it wasn't enough, it was risky.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he thought, as he saw more boulders the size of golems falling on him; some stone fragments were propelled and hit his head, causing him to lose one side of his skull.
