Nero
It was just another day for Nero, training with the strange new limb that had replaced his arm after an incident in Mito Forest. Well, certainly still strange, but not that new anymore, as he'd been training with it and testing the limits of what it could do for a while now. What he'd discovered had been quite promising, but the arm itself was still something he wasn't sure about. Well, at least the damn thing was useful.
By now, he'd worked his way down to the last of a group of Assaults he'd encountered earlier and was rushing in for the killing blow. Just before he could connect, however, the world dissolved around them and suddenly they were in front of a club. In the heat of the moment, Nero paid it no mind, simply grabbing hold of the lizard's shield with the Devil Bringer and pulling it off its feet before stabbing Red Queen through the downed demon and revving the blade. The Assault's head knocked the doors wide open as they zoomed into the club, Nero riding the lizard demon like a belligerent skateboard, right before it exploded into the same black nothing as its fellows before it, the devil hunter coming sliding to a stop and catching his breath.
"Man, if these things weren't self-cleaning, I'd feel sorry for the guy who has to clean up the mess," Nero said, hefting the sword over his shoulder and looking up before stopping short, confused as to why he was suddenly no longer in Mito Forest.
"...Wait what?" was all that got out, the man's confusion growing as his gaze fell upon the two strangers nearby, then to the still-open doors, then back to the two strangers, "Oh, sorry about the door."
With that, he turned around as if to look around the strange club, only to quickly roll the sleeve down over the Devil Bringer and slip on a red glove over the clawed hand.