Dante stood and remaining silent nodded his head. He then walked out of the house and strolled the grounds around it. [I] "dammit they all think im so weak."[/I] he thought as he reached a tree. Placing his hand on it he spun and roundhouse kicked it denting it considerably and sending chips of wood flying away. [I]"How am I going to show them I can fight if they never give me the chance!"[/I] He mentally screamed while he continued his barrage of attacks on the tree. Every strike made it give a little and the wood was flying off in chips as his hands and legs struck it with unnatural speed. He stopped punching the tree and rested his hand on it as he stood there he looked up at the moon. "in the hearts of all there is a war raging between two wolves. one is good and is the mans guide. The other is evil and hungers for the man to be consumed in hatred." He said calmly.