Mark stood tensely, eyes shut tight as he thought with his full mind. He had decided to battle the Armor, and he didn't want to just wait for it to come without preparing any traps.
Sadly, it was already too close and at most, some seconds remained before it reached him. Of course, Mark didn't think petty traps he could cook up in mere seconds could hurt it by much, but every advantage was important.
Dona has that demonic trick to plant landmines, and that might be useful. But the Armor is just seconds away from reaching me.
He could bring Dona out and make her plant the mines, but that might put her face to face with the Armor when it does reach him. He had confidence in his current self to survive the initial bout but he didn't have that same confidence when it came to Dona.
