'It's Flit, that conniving bastard, he has somehow encompassed the belt in a construct to prevent them from using it.' Mark thought, letting out a wide confident grin.
The Yellow Phoenix wore a calm stern look seeing Mark's new expression, and it understood something.
"You know what's up with this, don't you? You're responsible for this." He said coldly while his partner seemingly shrunk from the cold feeling he emanated, fixing her gaze on the barren concrete floor.
'Oh, he thinks that…' Mark couldn't exactly blame him for coming to the conclusion as well, the expression he had shown was by all means convincing that he was somewhat responsible for the problem, that's what he would have thought if he was in the Yellow Phoenix's shoes too.
The Yellow Phoenix swung his arm and threw the belt to the side, it struck on the wall with a resounding boom, running cracks through the wall, and then it fell with a dull clang.
