As Henry began pummeling Mark, Zico lunged at him, but Henry's swift roundhouse kick sent Zico flying back. Seeing his chance, Mark struggled to his feet and leapt back a few meters, bleeding profusely. As Mark gained some distance, Zico also jumped back, creating some space between them.
"You pack a punch," Mark said, spitting out blood and wiping his face with the back of his hand.
Henry sneered:
"So, it's two against one?"
Zico's energy surged, and a burst of light enveloped him. When the light faded, he stood in his Armorment transformation, wielding two daggers.
"Let's do this," Mark said with a fierce grin. Though Mark's mind wasn't panicking, he knew the fight against Henry would be brutal:
"We're going to get beaten like hell," he thought, as a black, long-handled scythe appeared in his hand.
"We're not here to talk, are we?" Mark and Zico charged at Henry simultaneously, their weapons at the ready.
Zico was the first to reach Henry, but his daggers were swiftly dodged. Henry countered with a gut punch, sending Zico stumbling back. Mark attempted to swing his scythe, but Henry dodged it easily and kicked Zico away. Mark tried to take advantage of the moment, but Henry was too quick, landing a punch to Mark's face and sending him crashing to the ground. Before Mark could even fall, Henry kicked him to the side.
Zico quickly got back to his feet and launched a kick at Henry from behind, but Henry anticipated the move and sidestepped it. Zico spun around, only to receive a devastating punch and kick combination, followed by a stomp to the ground.
Mark struggled to his feet, breathing heavily and bleeding profusely:
«The heart-reaching punches were goddamn painful,» he thought, with a freakish smile on his face. Henry had his leg on Zico's face, who was desperately trying to remove it.
"To hell with this," Mark said, lunging at Henry again. But Henry was ready, and a kick came flying towards Mark's face. This time, Mark was prepared and dodged the kick, landing on both hands and feet. He quickly sprang back up and charged at Henry, who was also advancing.
Mark had dropped his scythe, realizing his long range combat skills were no match for Henry's speed. Henry leapt into the air for a roundhouse kick, but Zico caught his extended leg and pulled him back down. Henry tried to kick mid-air, but Mark was ready and delivered a running knee to Henry's face. Zico released Henry's leg, and Mark's knee remained on Henry's face as they hit the ground.
Mark hammered three quick punches into Henry's face before jumping back, standing next to Zico in a fighting stance. Zico also assumed a fighting stance, his arms up and legs open.
"Let's overwhelm him," Zico said, as they watched Henry rise, laughing maniacally.
"I get the idea," Mark responded.
Henry stood up, his face bleeding, but his laughter only grew louder: "Hahahahahahaha!"
"Do we fight clean or dirty?" Zico asked, turning to Mark, but he was already lunging at Henry:
«Shit, no one infuriates me more than him,» Zico thought, following Mark's lead.
Mark threw a punch at Henry, which was parried, but Zico appeared and blocked Henry's counter kick with his knee.Not letting the chance go, Mark landed a straight punch on Henry's face, and Zico followed up with a high boot kick to Henry's jaw. Henry flipped back, landing on his feet, but Mark was already before him with a faint head kick which turned into a vicious blow to Henry's groin. Zico slashed at Henry's face, which Henry barely dodged, but couldn't avoid Zico's back knee kick, sending him crashing to the ground.
As they walked towards Henry, Mark finally replied to Zico's question:
"It doesn't matter, clean or dirty, a win is a win."
Zico retorted:
"Leaving you in the sword grounds wasn't a bad idea, I thought you were still a saint who said things like, 'I don't fight dirty'."
Mark lunged at Henry who became silent with a jet kick, but Henry dodged it and countered with a face smash. But Zico was already besides mark and he intervened, kicking Henry back a few meters. Mark quickly got up, and Zico took the lead, unleashing a flurry of strikes. Henry dodged them all, but Mark's punch landed on his face. Henry retaliated with a punch to Mark's jaw, after a kick to his head, which Zico blocked with his daggers. Henry's leg was torn, but he didn't flinch, pulling his leg back at incredible speed and landing a kick on Zico's head, sending him crashing to the ground.
Henry aimed a hammer punch at Zico's head, but Mark appeared infront, his scythe transformed into a sword, blocking the punch.
«What is this overwhelming strength?» Mark gritted his teeth, struggling to hold back Henry's punch. But the sword's blade broke, and the punch hurtled towards Mark's head. The impact was so powerful that it sent Mark flying several meters away, creating a massive hole where he landed. Mark tried to get up, but his body was failing him. He struggled to his feet, thinking:
«What is this? Is this the kind of strength he had before? No, it started when he kept quiet. Since then, he's only landed one blow on each of us. Wait, I'm wasting time!»
Mark rushed towards Henry as fast as he could, knowing that if Zico took the same kind of blow before, he wouldn't survive another. Henry was about to punch Zico, who was still lying on the ground, but noticed Mark's approach. In an instant, Henry vanished from his position, leaving Mark stunned and disoriented.
«What the hell?» Mark thought, wondering where Henry had disappeared to. But before he could react, a hand grabbed his face and smashed him to the ground, knocking him out cold. A hole was formed in the spot where Mark was smashed.
Henry removed his hand from Mark's head, stood straight and turned to face Zico, then back at Mark, lifting his leg to deliver a crushing stomp.
"Let me show you real power," Henry said, his eyes eerily devoid of pupils, with a third eye on his forehead containing two pupils and a blood-red iris, from which blood trickled.