Marlowe spat blood from his mouth, scoffing as he held his abdomen, favoring his injured ribs. Despite his wounds, he couldn't remain idle while others fought.
"You are more than welcome to try!" Marlowe retorted, limping but gaining speed as he approached Dravena. Flames erupted from his hand, extending into fiery whips aimed at Dravena's armor.
But the King's Disease was no ordinary armor. It absorbed the blows, reflecting a red glow before dissipating. Dravena pressed forward, undeterred, as Marlowe swung his whips rapidly, each clash creating a miniature sonic boom.
Damien observed from the sidelines, analyzing Marlowe's futile attempts to breach Dravena's impenetrable armor. The very limits of her armor's resilience intrigued Damien, urging him to push it to its breaking point.
