Mark glared at his hands in confusion, he wondered why he was experiencing a sudden surge of energy despite not holding a sword, last time he felt like this it was his first time holding a sword.
"It doesn't matter," he muttered to himself, he lifted his head a little and locked onto Remon.
Mark charged towards Remon, his fists clenched. Remon, was caught off guard, he barely dodged the first punch, but the second blow was unexpected, catching him off balance. The force of the punch sent Remon flying across the ground, his body crashed onto the ground.
Remon struggled to get back to his feet, a maniacal grin spreading across his face: "Haha, yes! This is what I want!" he shouted, his voice loud as he rose to his feet with a not so natural stiffness.
"Should I jump in?" Zico asked Mark, his eyes fixated on Remon cautiously. Mark hesitated a little, but then answered:
"Yes, I don't think I'll be able to finish him off alone," Mark replied, his voice low, as he assumed a fighting stance.
Remon let out a scream:
"Yes, come!" he shouted, his daggers held tightly in his hands, the daggers glinted in the light.
Mark and Zico nodded at each other and charged forward together, their movements both precise and deadly. Remon dodged there attacks, left and right consecutively, his daggers flashed as he dodged and parried their blows.
Remon's movements were a blur, his daggers striking true every time he swung ,Mark and Zico dodged and continued to counter with their combination of punches and kicks, trying to push Remon to his limits. Their movements were lightning fast.
The fight raged on, Mark and Zico's perfect coordination began to overwhelm Remon. Their punches and kicks landed in perfect sync, Zico punched Remon, sending him stumbling backward, his eyes widened with excitement.
"Let's end this!" Zico declared, his voice echoed through the air.
Remon's grin faltered, his eyes closed then widened in disbelief:
"What did you say?!" he roared:
"You want to end this? We're all having fun! Why do you want to end this?"
Remon charged at Zico with a very intense speed, his movements blurry as he closed the distance in a mere second. Mark couldn't follow the motion, but he heard the sound of a gash of wind whizzing past him, like a hurricane had just passed.
Mark's gaze snapped to Remon, who stood like a demon now, his eyes blazed with fury. Zico lay unconscious, bleeding profusely, about ten meters away from his initial position, his Armorment transformation dissipated like a broken glass. The trees around him were splintered and broken apart, he was sent flying through them like a cannonball.
Remon turned to face Mark, his eyes blazing with intensity.
"Armorment!" he growled, his voice low but menacing. A blinding red light burst forth from his daggers, illuminated the surroundings like a flash of lightning. The air seemed to tremble, dense aura erupted from Remon's body, and dropped trees around him. Mark felt the ground tremble beneath his feet, and the air grew even thicker with electric tension. He could guess what was coming, a single thought popped up in his mind:
'Damn, he can use the Armorment transformation!'
the light dimmed, Remon emerged from the radiance, his body was now encased in a dark red full body armor that fit him like a second skin, or scales on a snack. its surface rippled with a malevolent energy. In his hands, he grasped two serpent like like dragon daggers, their blades shone like a dying flame.
"Do you also want to end this?" Remon asked Mark, his voice filled with malice, as he began to walk towards him.
Mark felt a chll down his spine as the aura surrounding Remon intensified, Mark had been pinned in the same place by it. He was unable to move or do anything, he simply watched as Remon closed in on him.
"End this? No way. Am starting to enjoy this aswell damn it!" Mark screamed, black Aura was immediately emitted from his body, He looked around and saw a sword then grabbed it.
"Remon, that's enough!" a feminine voice commanded, her tone firm and filled with authority.
Mark and Remon turned in simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the person who interrupt their fight. Behind the lady, stood, Emily, the village Chief and the level three village Chief, their faces calm as if nothing had just happened.
Remon stared at Mark, then nodded and allowed his Armorment transformation to fade away, revealing his normal body beneath.
"Okay, sister," he said, his voice surprisingly meek.
Mark stood confused, his mind filled with questions:
'Why had the fight maniac suddenly stopped? Didn't he just brutalize Zico for wanting to end there fight?'
"No way, we're not stopping lady!" Mark tried to protest.
"You are," fighting beauty spoke, her eyes locked onto Mark. He turned to face her, his mind racing with doubts:
'What wait, why do I even want to continue?' he wondered.
"You can continue next time you meet," Remon's sister suggested, her voice calm:
"we're done here, let's go, Remon." She began to walk away from the village, looked at Mark again and followed behind her, his footsteps quiet as he went above the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
Emily approached Mark, her eyes scanned his body with concern:
"You're bleeding everywhere, but you still wanted to keep going have you gone mad?" she asked, her hands moving around him as she checked his wounds, her touch was gentle despite the urgency of the situation. Mark's face was the only part of his body that seemed unscathed.
Meanwhile, the level three village Chief watched the scene unfold with a thoughtful expressions:
'Haha, it's good that we made peace,' he thought to himself, a smile hinted on there faces.
'I would like to see this young man fight even more, maybe he'll be strong enough to beat me soon.' the level three village chief thought .
the dust settled, a team of soldiers arrived on the scene, they surveyed the aftermath of the battle. They quickly set to work, and started tending to the wounded and carried them away to receive medical attention. Zico, was still unconscious, he was among those carried off to safety, his injuries were severe but not life threatening. Mark, too, was escorted away from the battlefield, Emily followed him, his body was battered and bruised, but he was still able to move. He was taken to a makeshift medical facility, where some of the best healers in the village worked tirelessly.