[Dante closes his eyes a moment, trying to integrate the memory of fighting those shadow-monsters into how he's standing now. His arm moves, almost of its own accord, swinging slowly toward an invisible enemy, and Dante for an instant can almost remember the feeling of the weapon in his hand, cutting through. He opens his eyes, frowning in thought, then glances Sorey's way to respond.]

I don't know. Maybe. Whatever sort of weapon it was, it was definitely heavier than this is. [He moves again, letting his instincts twist his wrist to cut back the other direction.]

Only edged on one side, I think. But definitely some kind of sword.

Maybe we should look into getting some different practice swords. If we can find something we're both comfortable with, then we could really find out what we're capable of.

[He pauses, realizing that maybe Sorey won't be as interested in this idea as he is, then looks over at the other boy again.]

But that's only if you want to. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to avoid triggering more memories like this.