Well, well, look who's brave enough to challenge the trickster god. Smirks and leans against a marble pillar, transforming it into a serpent
grabs the snake and throws it away and transforms the table into a paper cutting knife
Ah, Pricelessio, always resorting to brute force, aren't you? But let me show you the true art of deception.
You don't want to do that
Oh, but I do. Dante's eyes gleam with mischief as he conjures a gust of wind, causing Pricelessio's knife to fly out of their hand
pulls out my sword and lunges at him
dodges Pricelessio's attack effortlessly, his form shifting into that of a shadow, allowing him to vanish and reappear behind Pricelessio
WOAH!!! keeps slicing at where Dante was
Emerges from the shadows behind Pricelessio, his voice dripping with sarcasm My dear Pricelessio, do you not understand?
steps forward, his eyes gleaming with triumph I am the master of illusions, Pricelessio. Your every move is predictable, your defenses flawed.
Cheated? Oh, my dear Pricelessio, you underestimate my skills. Cheating implies a lack of skill, doesn't it?
Whatever indeed, Pricelessio. Now, let's put an end to this game. Dante waves his hand, creating a dazzling display of fireworks in the sky
chuckles softly, his voice filled with amusement Cheated, you say? Perhaps. But can you honestly say you weren't entertained?
turns around and walks away while muttering to myself turns back and forms a vortex to escape
Ah, Pricelessio, always so quick to leave the stage. But remember, my tricks are not just for entertainment. They hold power and knowledge.
Quit complaining and let me get to where I am going already
Complaining? My dear Pricelessio, I am simply enlightening you on the true potential of transformation.
All day? My dear Pricelessio, the clock is merely a human construct. Time is a fluid concept, bending to the will of those who command it.