[Belt of greater will]
There was only one thing to do. The demonic Minotaur seemed to have sensed his intention and rushed at him.
He took the plunge, and his alabaster hands went through the golden radiance, taking a hold of the belt.
There was a flicker of electricity that went through his body for a moment, he tensed promptly, and quickly regained himself.
His enemy was just a hair length away. The Minotaur closed in on him, raised its large sword of light and brought it down with utmost fervour–a strike that would cut any man into halves.
Mark took the gamble, he swiftly brought up his mantle. The black sea of wings came up and shaped into a guard that received the blow.
Mark winced from the impact, his knees bent and although the wings held, he could feel his position slipping away as the radiant sword began to slowly cut through.
