Remon's voice become deep, as if an omnicious power hid in it, as he taunted mark:
"After hurting me so much, leaving this much damage on me, you dare not fight back? I'll make sure to prologue your suffering until you beg to fight."
Remon squatted to reach marks level on the ground, he then drove his dagger into Mark's knee joint. Mark's body arched, his face contorted to a hurtful expression. A groan escaped from his lips as his knee began bleeding:
"Gruhh!" That sound echoed through the air like a wounded wolfs howl.
"Shut up! Did I make any noises when you slashed me with your sword? No, right?!" He screamed as he stubbed another one of Mark's limbs. Mark, screamed in pain as he was stubbed again, adrenaline rush surged through his body he kicked Remon away and flipped back on his legs, immediately after landing he lunged at Remon with at an incredible speed, it was about all the force he he could master.
Seeing this Remon's face went from gloomy to a devilish grin:
"Yes, Come at me!" Remon screamed in pleasure as he moved away and evaded Mark's rage filled attack swiftly and, then kicked Mark's back, sending him tumbling face first to the ground. But Mark didn't stay down, he quickly got back on to his feet and turned to face remon.
"Yes, that's what I want!" Remon appeared in front of Mark, his eyes gleamed with a deadly light, he swung his dagger at Mark, who simply dodged the attack by jumping back, creating some distance between them. He inhaled deeply, his face was contorted in pain, but Remon looked at him with a grin still on his face. Mark's joint's that remon stubbed were now visible to mark, he wasn't paying attention to them before, but now he had seen how badly he was hurt.
Mark took another deep breath and assumed his fighting stance, he readied himself for the next attack. Just as Remon was about to rush at Mark, he suddenly sensed a presence behind him. With lightning fast reflexes, Remon spun around and raised both his hands to block the incoming attack. The force of the blow sent him stumbling backward a few steps away, his eyes widened in surprise. he regained his footing and his gaze locked onto the person who had attacked him, his eyes fell upon, an injured Zico, his eyes ignited again, but this time it was nothing compared to when he beat him. Remon's face split into a wide, maniacal grin as he turned to face Mark on his left, he then turned to Zico on his right.
"This is as crazy as I want it!" he exclaimed, savouring in the chaos of the situation with a long breath of satisfaction. His hands were bleeding, but he that didn't seem to have hindered him, he gripped his dagger tightly.
"So you're not dead" Mark said directed his words at Zico.
"No, this maniac wanted to keep me as a fighting toy, so he didn't let me die," Aura began flowing around Zico:
"Armorment!" Zico thundered, his voice as loud. As he shouted, his body began transforming. His hands morphed into razor sharp claws, his muscles bulged a little with new strength. His skin turned a deep, fiery red, and black armor plating erupted from his flesh, covering his arms and torso, like scales. A black mask materialized over his face, its surface, the mask began glowing with red lines. Zico's eyes glowed like heated coal, they burnes intensely. When his transformation was complete, Zico stood before Mark and Remon, in his Armorment transformation's.
"How did you become this strong after a beating? I think I've gotten weaker after him beating me" mark asked as he breathed heavily.
"Resolve" Zico spoke, it was as if he had become healed from his previous pain, that's how mark saw it, but again that's also how Zico felt aswell.
"Resolve! I love it!" Remon shouted like a maniac, his eyes gleamed with excitement. With a burst of inhuman speed, he launched himself at Zico, his movements became blurry as he closed the distance in an instant. Zico tried to dodge, but Remon's attack was too quick. With a grunt, Zico raised his arm to block the strike, and the two clashed in a shower of spark after spark, remon kept attacking with his daggers. The sound of clashing steel echoed through the entire place. Remon and Zico engaged in a dance, Remon's daggers and Zico's hands and claws met in dangerous strikes and parries. Zico held his own, but Remon was having the time of his life. He fought recklessly, only attacking and not blocking, his movements were not only wild but also unpredictable. Mark watched this silently, it was as if Remon had forgotten about him.
'how do I find my resolve' he thought as he watched the fight.
The fight was a whirlwind of steel and sparks, Zico and Remon continued exchanging blows, there motions only a blur to his eyes. Remon's maniacal grin grew wider with each passing moment. Zico, meanwhile, fought focused, he struggled to keep up with Remon's beast like fighting, hremln seemed to be adapting to his new strength.
'Resolve,' Mark thought to himself:
'I finally understand. My goal is clear, to put an end to sword bonding once and for all. And to achieve that, I need power immense power.'
As he gazed around him, Mark noticed that Zico and Remon had stopped there fighting. Instead, they were staring at him, Remon's face twisted into a menacing grin. The air was filled with tension as Mark's eyes met theirs, and then, his gaze fell upon the dark aura that surrounded them.
black aura had enveloped the entire space, its tendrils snaking through the air like dark, multiple tentacles. Mark's eyes widened as he realized that the aura was being emitted from his body. Zico and Remon seemed to have been frozen in place, their eyes fixated on Mark, they had been surprised by the omnicious power that was building up within Mark. Remon's smile grew even wider, as if he had been eagerly anticipating the awakening of Mark's strength, if it could be called that. The atmosphere become heavy with, the wind blowing was now the only sound. Mark's thoughts raced with the implications of his new abilities, his heart pounded in his chest as he contemplated the extent of his resolve, was it really his resolve? Was it that great he thought.