Sitting next to Darcy, Dante felt a strange burning sensation on his arm. He looked down to find the ice still on him but only now did he find it burning him. Scraping it off he noticed that the patch of skin that made contact with it was dead, well more dead than usual, it was black and dried up like a rotten fruit. "Huh....that's new. I need to look into this", he said turning to Darcy. "Not the best way to learn someone's power huh", he smirked as he turned back to his breakfast to continue eating.