[h3] Dante - Ice Moon [/h3]

"Hyah!" Dante dug a heel into the ice, spinning the bicycle in a perfect 540 degree spin. Pumping his legs, the bike went from zero to sixty in a few short seconds, and a hard lean right brought it up the wall of the cylindrical tunnel, then back down in a sick loop de loop.
The Devil Hunter rocketed out of the tunnel into the air.
"Sounds like that one ran a little cold!" he shouted, holding up his hand to extend his thumb and pinky. Pulling back, he lifted the bike in midair and spun it around, tossing it like an oversized boomerang at a wendigo. Landing on his feet, he held out a single hand.
The brown grocery bag fell in his palm, followed by an assortment of groceries landing in perfect place, filling the bag. Reaching out his free hand, he caught a can of tomato juice, which he twirled in his hand, then tossed up his back and over his shoulder, landing inside the bag.
"Make way for the old hotness."