"Goodbye forever love birds" the man said then stopped.
"Isn't it time, you tell me what happened to your sword?" Mark asked.
"it was just a human made sword, it broke when I was looking for shelter" Emily answered, then walked to grabbed on of the swords stuck to the wall and pulled it out.
"why can't you just die without putting up a fight, it will save time" the man, pointed all the swords around him at Mark and Emily.
"let's do this" mark began bouncing on his feet. When the man saw this he launched a barrage of swords on them. Fighting beauty parried of the sword attack with the sword in her had. When the man seemed to have run out of swords to use Mark lunged at him at an intense speed, when he was about to reach close he saw the swords about the man.
"Haha" the man laughed like a maniac, when he made the swords rain on mark, fortunately Fighting beauty was behind his, she began deflecting the swords away.
"Mark, I'll protect you finish him" she said as she kept parrying away every sword that was about to hit mark.
"Will you" the man asked then made the swords attack them at an incredible speed but what surprised him was that the swords stopped moving.
"I just realized something" mark walked forward, the swords around them stopped moving. Fighting beauty was amazed to see this, mark was about to pick a sword to bond with.
"You're not controlling this swords, you're just Using your sword skill" Mark said as he walked closer to the man.
"You're, not even a level two fencer. So this swords in this ground follow the strongest ones command, since am stronger if I want to pick my sword you're nothing" Mark punched the man to the ground. The swords began to fall on the man like they did anyone else, the man was minced by the swords.
"What is this you're above Level one?" Emily asked not able to believe what she was seeing, she began moving back afraid of mark. Level two fencers were in the league of there own, they would kill anyone without a second thought and no one would want to fight back because of there unknown abilities.
Mark didn't say anything, he walked to her and pulled her back in the tree then the swords began to fall normally. When they reached inside she pulled hand away from him.
"Leave me" she moved further away from him when she said this.
"Are you scared of me now?" Mark asked.
"You're a level two fencer" she said.
"No am not, when you're about to bond with a sword your level is always above Level one, after you bond you can return to normal" Mark explained.
"Wait you can't stop or reverse a bond" she said feeling even more scared of him.
"You can stop a bond, and yeah stay here. I heard that the swords stop for an hour and continue again. In that 1 hour you'll find I've secured another shelter for you" Mark walked out, the swords around him stopped, some bounced of when they reached four meters range. Emily watched as Mark left.
Mark kept walking after what seemed like an hour of walking forward he stopped to think:
'not stopping a bond, is it that powerful? Why am I able to do it like it's nothing'
"Don't tell me you think you're special because you know how to stop a bond" mark heard a voice from behind him, he immediately turned around and found it was Zico, he had two daggers in hand, he also had a barrier the blade shower didn't enter.
"Stalking me?" Mark asked.
"No, we're just heading to the same destination and there is only one road" Zico said.
"I don't see it, I only see falling swords" Mark said.
" I feel like Killing you now but right now we can't survive if we fight" Zico said as he walked passed Mark.
"Hahaha are you dumb? Me die here? No way am surviving if you want to die you die" Mark made a fighting stance.
"You think am weak like everyone you've been fighting? I have already killed more than thirty former school students and assassin's that are in here" Zico stopped walking and looked back at Mark who was already bouncing on the same place with his hands forming fists.
'i don't want to have to deal with you in future, my freedom is more important... Let's end this right now ' mark thought.
"Are you scared or are you going to let me swing these hands?" He said as he kept on bouncing, the sounds of falling swords being the only sounds heard.
"Your choice" Zico held his daggers back and darted forward, his daggers flashing in the light. But the Mark was no stranger to close combat, and he met Zico's attack with a flurry of punches and kicks. Mark and Zico clashed in a whirlwind of motion, their movements lightning fast and deadly.
Zico span his dagger back back and formed a fist and landed a quick jab to the fist Marks jaw, but he countered with a powerful hook that sent Zico stumbling back. Zico recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he launched a series of swift, precise strikes. Mark blocked each blow with his arms and dodged some, but Zico's daggers were relentless, seeking out any opening to strike.
Mark saw an opportunity, grabbing the assassin's wrist and using his own momentum against him. He flung him to the ground, but Zico twisted midair, landing on his feet. After his landing he charged forward, his daggers flashing in the light, but Mark readied himself for the next attack. When Zico reached close enough, Mark unleashed a barrage of punches, each blow aimed at a different pressure point. Zico dodged but? Mark's attacks were too fast, and too precise. A punch hit Zico face making him stumble back, his eyes widened as he realized he was on the defensive.
Mark sensed his advantage and pressed forward, his fists flying in a blur of motion. Zico tried to counterattack, but Mark proved to be too strong, too fast. Mark punched Zico to the ground and moved a few meters back.
"I see why you think you can beat me, but that's all a lie" Zico said as he got up from the ground.
"You wanted to swing hands? Let's do it"
"Armorment!" Zico screamed aloud.
Mark stared at Zico he watched as Zico's daggers disappeared. His hands turned into red and black and the muscle grew a bit bigger, a black mask covered Zico's face. The range of his barrier grew it even swallowed marks barrier, the blade rain could nolonger touch anything twenty meters close to Zico.
"A level two fencer?" Mark asked, preparing himself to fight.
"Assassin" Zico said as he charged at Mark like a flash of light illuminating the sky.