Edward had fetched Mark to an area that the juggler had made. It was all stone walls, like a murky dungeon.
A wave of black soil hit Mark by the chest and beat him to the wall, that was a fast and strong attack. He coughed and blood gushed out.
"Three, heal him!"
Edward asked the man who came out of Darkness.
The Fay approached Mark and waved his hand, grasses grew and wrapped Mark.
"Why are we acting so real?"
Mark growled. Was he training him or killing him?
"Hazard wouldn't ask you whether the punch occur soft or hard!" Edward mocked.
To him, Mark Eltherin was lazy, always looking after easy ways to smash down the rivals but no trick was necessarily functioning to survive.
The grass moved away and he fell off to the floor but this time managed to stand on his knees.
"What is your power? Big cat?"
Edward remarked.
"Dark Whirlwind, time cease for a short moment and black blades."
