The albino Yellow Phoenix hovered above Mark, glaring at him like a hateful eagle to a worm.
"You pack quite the punch." Mark teased as he stood. Though the punch hurt it, it was nothing compared to the cutting force of Rafire's energy projection.
"Unfortunately you'd have to hit harder, otherwise you'll end up like your master there." Mark craned his head to Rafire's unconscious body, dirtied by the soil. He caught sight of the diadem, and then turned back to the haughty Yellow Phoenix gauging his next move.
There was a momentarily dead quiet between the two. The Yellow Phoenix's wing spanned wide to maintain his levitation, and Mark stood upright and confident, the two engaged in an eyes staring contest.
A moan from Rafire broke the quiet as Almar decided to attack, swooping down at Mark.
