Kiel, who looked as though she couldn't believe he didn't die on the spot, shot more power bolts at him. He absorbed them again. I guessed Kiel wasn't too bright a witch. Dante could not be killed, and any energy thrown at him was a repast for him.
“Nice. That was better than the last one,” Dante said, giving her a cocky smile.
Kiel stopped and bent at the waist, panting, red hair flopping down in her face. She'd poured everything into that last one, I could tell. She stared at him through the snarly hair, looking as though she couldn't believe she'd butted heads with someone stronger than herself. She tossed her auburn hair back. “What are you? A demon?”
“Oh, no. Much better,” Dante said, his voice sliding with belittling contempt.
Looking frustrated, Kiel shouted to the others, “Don'
