Alastor, sprawled on the cracked ground, a victorious grin stretched across his face. The impact of the armored suit he'd just slammed down had spiderwebbed the floor beneath him. He lay there for a moment, a man and a suit of Knight armor, basking in the afterglow of exertion. The frustrating battle with the unyielding metal behemoth had drained him, but now, a sense of pure satisfaction replaced the fatigue.
The suit of armor stirred, breaking the silence and pulling Alastor from his reverie. He scrambled to his feet, eyes locked on moving armor. As the armor whirred and clunked to its full height, Alastor braced himself, ready to resume the fight. But instead of attacking, the armor simply turned and walked back to its original position, the spot where it had stood when Alastor first entered the arena.
Confusion clouded Alastor's mind until a mechanical voice resonated through the chamber.
