Yeah, this particular goon hadn't gotten around to putting titanium plating around his nose or anything, so that was a fantastic crunching sound as he let go of Dante's wrist and staggered backwards, reaching to grab at his bleeding nose.

... With a hand covered in metal, which was about as helpful as one might expect.

"Goddamn it! I'll get you for that!"

Quiver in fear, Dante.

Or at least be mindful of the fact that he was disengaging his gun hand from his arm to level some kind of cannon at you, the barrel where the bottom half of his arm should have been. And firing...

... glue? Okay, guy.