[h1] Guts - Whatever Town HSoD takes Place In [/h1]

"I don't need your protection. Stop trying to sell two-bit bodyguard services, kid." Guts scowled, staring ahead as his feet stamped on the asphalt beneath his feet.

[h1] Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens [/h1]

With a flourish, Dante's shirt, buckles, and coat returned to where they belonged- his well-sculpted abs.
"UMMA? UMMA cramps my style, baby." he said, dragging his skeleton sword across the steamy pie. Raising a traingular slice above his head, he briefly licked his lips before lowering the hot, cheesy pizza enter his mouth, tearing off a mouthful of the dish.
"....PYEAH!" he spat it out, wiping his mouth. "I knew it. Terrible." he said to himself, tossing the slice. The crust was far too hard from being kneaded too much, and the inside was undercooked from receiving only a quick burst of heat. Also, it had bits of bullet in it; Dante spat out a crumpled up load of .45 ACP.