"Okay, let's get serious," Agren said, his voice dripping with excitement. Tens of silver chains erupted from the ground, ensnaring Mark and Zico, pulling them towards Agren with an unyielding force.
"Let's try out the mask," Mark thought, a smile spreading across his face. Zico and mark broke their chains simultaneously. They both launched a kick at Agren, but new chains appeared, binding their legs and slamming them to the ground. Undeterred, Zico and Mark broke free once more and jumped back to their feet, standing shoulder to shoulder.
"Don't get in my way," they said in unison, their eyes locked on Agren. As if on cue, chains snaked across the ground, but they sidestepped and dodged the deadly bonds with ease, their movements mirroring each other's in perfect sync.
A mask suddenly materialized on Mark's face as Zico launched a kick at Agren. But Agren was too quick, catching Zico's leg and unleashed multiple continuos kicks to his face, followed by a powerful punch that sent him crashing to the ground, creating a crater. Without hesitation, Mark donned his mask and began firing a barrage of of bullets from the guns that appeared when he put his mask on at Agren, while dodging the chains that Agren summoned to ensnare him.
Agren moved with lightning speed, his chains blurring as he lunged at Mark. Before Mark could even react, Agren's hand clamped down on his face, the chains wrapping around his head like a vice. Zico tried to intervene, but the chains restrained him, holding him in place.
"You! You're Aknaili!" Agren's voice was a mixture of rage and pain, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity:
"The one who killed my younger brother!"
Mark's eyes widened behind his mask as Agren's grip tightened. He tried to struggle, but the chains were too strong. Agren's words sent a chill down his spine, he had no idea how Agren had connected him to the masked figure from the past.
The mask, with its void like design, seemed to be the key. Mark's black attire and the mask itself must have triggered Agren's memory. The chains constricted further, cutting off Mark's air supply. Zico's struggles grew more frantic, but he was powerless against Agren's mastery of the chains.
A sly smile crept onto Mark's face as he suddenly burst free from the chains, his strength amplified by his mysterious powers. With a swift kick, he sent Agren flying. Before Agren could even recover, Mark's guns appeared in his hands and unleashed a rapid succession of energy infused bullets. The shots struck Agren with incredible force, forcing him to stumble backward and release his grip on Zico. The chains that had ensnared Zico now whipped back at Agren, defending him from Mark's relentless attack. The sound of clashing metal and energy pulses filled the air as Mark continued to press his advantage.
Zico, now freed from the chains, joined the fray, activating his sword skill:
"Diabolical Fangs!" Instantly, massive, razor sharp fangs materialized around his daggers, their jaws wide open, they began biting continuously on the chains that had now completely covered Agren.
The fangs clamped down on the chains that had wrapped around Agren, munching through the metal links like they were paper. The sound of screeching metal and snapping chains filled the air as Zico's attack tore through Agren's defenses.
Mark continued to fire his energy infused bullets, the shots striking Agren with incredible force. Agren's eyes wide with shock, as the duo's combined assault pushed him to the brink.
The fangs continued to devour the chains, their sharp teeth tearing through the metal with ease. Agren's face contorted in a mixture of pain and rage as he struggled to maintain his hold on the chains. But Zico's Diabolical Fangs skill was too powerful, and the chains began to break apart, their fragments clattering to the ground.
'They're both probably just Level 1 Knights, no, maybe more a little more powerful,' Agren thought to himself:
'No way, I'll kill you, Aknaili! I won't lose to you, even if I was just recently promoted to Level 2 Knight!'
"Armorment!" Agren's voice boomed, and a burst of silver light exploded forth, temporarily blinding both Zico and Mark. They stumbled back, shielding their eyes, as the intense light forced them to retreat.
As Agren's voice echoed through the air, his body began to undergo a mesmerizing metamorphosis. His hands, once human, now morphed into chains, yet retained their natural shape and flexibility. The metal links seemed to weave together seamlessly, forming fingers that ended in sharp, pointed tips. The chains glowed with a faint silver light, as if infused with his energy.
Meanwhile, his body underwent a radical transformation. His skin turned a radiant silver hue, like polished metal, and his muscles rippled beneath the surface like liquid steel. His torso, arms, and legs seemed to be forged from a single piece of gleaming silver, etched with intricate patterns that pulsed with an inner light. His very presence seemed to shimmer and shine, as if he had become a living embodiment of the metal itself.
As the transformation reached its max, Agren's eyes blazed with an intense, fiery light, burning with an inner power. His hair, once black, now flowed like liquid silver, cascading down his back like a river of moonlight.
"I'm going to kill all of you," Agren declared, his voice now a deep, metallic rumble, as if the earth itself was speaking through him. Mark and Zico stared in awe at Agren's transformed Armorment form, his silver body gleaming with an otherworldly light.
Zico spoke up, his eyes fixated on Agren:
"He's a Level 2 Knight, if we can't win, I'll leave. I wasn't fated to die here."
Mark's smile grew wider as he retorted, "Okay, pussycat, run. It's not like I plan to work with you. I'll end this myself!"
As he spoke his mask and pistols disappeared then a long handled scythe appeared in Mark's hand, its blade gleaming with a dark, ethereal light. A shadowy aura surrounded his body and scythe, as if the weapon had become an extension of himself. The aura sharpened around the scythe and Mark, giving him an ominous, formidable appearance.
"Let's go, Agren!" Mark shouted, his voice echoing through the air as he charged forward. With swift motion, he lunged at Agren with his scythe, the dark, ethereal blade slicing through the air with a menacing whoosh.