Holding onto a speeding hellhound is difficult enough for this Dante; there's not much flourish he can do right this second and not losing his grip is talent enough on its own. That may be the one luxury afforded to a man barely hanging on and waving like a flag: automatically avoiding the outcrop that'd end this demon themed runner game.

Loona coming to a sudden stop has the momentum flings him across the room, stumbling into a nearby collection of valuables that offer a satisfying cacophony of slapstick destruction. He picks himself up before long and approaches Loona to pick his gun back up, but looks up at the same statue she is. He definitely didn't notice this earlier. Or is it a new room he hadn't explored?

"That's...different."

Slowly, he's just gonna. Pick up that gun now. Still slimy from wolf spit, but he'll worry about that a bit later. A casual wipe against his pants and back in the holster it goes. He'll take some initiative and approach the statue for closer inspection.

"What's one of these doing here? Someone left it, you think? It sure doesn't fit the castle's aesthetic..."

He reaches for the cellphone to try and examine it...