[Oh shit. Dante, who'd only taken Balrog out of his room to practice today, tenses up at the sight of the door just...not giving way. Okay. That's bad. He gets to his feet, deliberately casual and unassuming, or as unassuming as someone wearing gauntlets and greaves would be.]

Yeah, that's the only way out, but hey. Maybe you just didn't hit it hard enough. [He settles into a boxing stance, bouncing slightly on his feet.] Let me give it a try.

[And with that he closes his fingers into a fist and gives the door a good, hard punch.

Aaaaaaand nothing happens.]

...you got a trick up your sleeve or something, kid?