Dante gazed down and watched the boy curl up, arms wrapped around his stomach. His eyes were torn wide open, his mouth agape as he struggled to get air into his lungs. Seconds turned to minutes before the initial impact of the blow began to fade. Once the gasping settled down, Dante clicked his tongue.
"You have the diving skills, and you can build some impressive things." He said. "But in the end, you're still just a brat."
Shaking his head dejectedly, he turned away from the collapsed boy, walking to a corner of the room where a yellow sports bag was left.
"The thing is, kid, some people are a lot harder to kill than others. We're talking about the boss of a big gang. Do you think he isn't prepared for people coming for his head? Whatever half assed plan you came up with, the only one it would kill is you."
As he lifted it with the strap, a faint groan came from behind him.
"S-stop… don't…"
Dante glanced at the boy then looked down at the yellow bag.
