Equip.

Once the thugs ran away, Dante heaved a sigh and looked around. The street was empty, save for the few rats hanging here and there. Some had the altercation between him and those two, but since it was nothing out of the ordinary, they soon lost interest.

Just to be safe, Dante made a show of returning his gun to its armpit holster, but while it was out of sight, it disappeared completely, returning to Volcan's storage.

'This is really convenient.' He thought, a hint of a smile finding its way to his lips.

[I am glad that you like it.] Volcan sounded a little more pleased than usual.