The hairs on the back of Matias's neck stood on end when the c-word approached them. Even when Dante stood in front of him, he peered over the man's shoulder, his eyes fixated on the nameless man. What little breath he had in him leaped right out when Dante was grabbed, and his face twisted in anger.

"Back off, asshole!" he hissed, pulling up his fists.

He practically readied up to throw a punch when the c-word did the same. Before he could throw it, however, the pair disengaged and strutted away into the golden void below.

"What gives?" he growled, his head whipping to Dante. "Why'd you let him do that?!"