Thanks to Type 8-3 being the heavy piece of equipment it is, Dante couldn't take a step without it causing a thunderous clang to echo through the empty corridor, and as if to make that worse, the cracks he left on the floor were clear tracks leading to his position.
One of the doors ahead opened and two rough-looking men stepped out to check. Both were startled by the armored figure running toward them, leaving them wide open for the iron-clad fists heading straight for their faces.
Though the stats said he had five times his usual strength, Dante didn't really feel that way. The reason wasn't that difficult to deduce. His human body was so weak that the time he could use each armor had to be limited to the extreme, and by consequence, he was incapable of drawing out the full potential of the boosts the armor grants.
