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Chapter Six: "Best Of Friends"

Sean gawked at Mark but kept an eye on his slowly recovering stamina. He wanted to help but couldn't just yet. Like Honor, Sir Duncan looked like he was made entirely of solid blue crystal. Even his armor took on the appearance making it almost impossible to tell his skin from his armor. Every opening or seam that the armor had was highlighted in a glowing white light like the glowing veins that Honor had. Sean used his down time to watch the knight's actions closely. Every boss had patterns or openings that were meant to give players a chance to get a combo off. He just had to find his. The knight adjusted his large crystal shield to hide behind it as Mark's blows wildly wailed into him. Every blow dented the shield and then ghosted through it to hit the knight's face and shoulders, chipping his health away. Every blow forcing the knight to back up in an attempt to keep his life from falling so quickly. Mark's tattoos faded back to their normal color as his blood rage ended, causing Mark's stamina to fall to half in recoil from using it.

Mark gasped as he felt his stamina deplete rapidly, his body weakening enough that he had to put his arms down like his great sword weighed too much to hold up anymore. Sean eyes widened as he saw the knight take notice too. Lifting his chin, the knight changed his fighting stance and moved his shield away to kick Mark square in the chest. Mark took the powerful hit and fell back across the ground, his sword skittering across the floor away from him. Sean used his stamina to get up to his knees, calling out to Mark desperately. It made Sean a bit jealous that Mark had taken a hit but could recover faster than himself. Sitting up, Mark checked his stamina bar and smirked. The blow had depleted his stamina bar and took a chuck off his health, but his stamina was recovering fast due to him being in combat. The knight lowered his shield and spun his crystalized short sword to loosen up his wrist as he approached Mark. Mark stayed propped back on his elbows, his eyes locked on the knight.

Getting in range, the knight lifted his sword and charged up for a lunge with his shield held up to protect his front. His sword glowed white, then he lunged forward with his sword striking out toward Mark's chest. Sean finally rose to his feet in a panic, watching helplessly. That's when Mark surprised him. Rolling over onto all fours, he avoided the sword and caused it to stab into the crystal floor. Then rising to his knees, Mark punched the knight in the face so hard that it sent the knight into the far wall. The knight slammed into the wall, creating a crystalized spiderweb crater in the wall. Sean jerked from the wind that rushed over him as the knight flew by him. While Mark rose to his feet and excitedly stated aloud. "Damn! Did you see that shit?!" Releasing the breath that he had been holding; Sean shot a light glare at Mark before turning his attention to the sound of the knight getting up. Raising his bow, he shouted out to Mark seriously. "Here he comes!" Mark flexed his fingers, stomping toward the knight as he told Sean sternly. "Stay back. I've got him."

Sean scowled at Mark but obeyed. Backing up quickly, he didn't have the health to take another hit from the knight. To his surprise though, Mark's health was slowly recovering the longer he was engaged in combat. Proving how strong of a tank the Aesir race was. The knight swung at Mark with his sword, but Mark caught his wrist and kicked the knight back into the wall. The knight grunted, then used his shield to bash against Mark's face to stun him long enough to recover off the wall. Slamming his shield into Mark to stagger him away from him, the knight adjusted his position quickly and raised his sword for another attack. Mark fearlessly started to move toward him, when the knight suddenly went into a roll and jumped back to put more distance between himself and Mark. Mark grunted, but Sean called out to him loudly. "Mark! He's going to use his special! CLOSE THE DISTANSE!" By the time Mark heard him, he had already gone to retrieve his sword instead. Allowing the knight to raise his sword high.

Mark cursed and they watched the knight's sword crack into smaller shards before showering over them like shimmering shooting stars. Thinking quickly, Sean dashed over to Mark and raised his bow high above them and called out the spell written on one side of it. From the bow a magical dome formed over them and took the barrage of falling golden shards. Sean's hand shook as he felt every hit against the magical dome. Mark raised an eyebrow, calling out over the noise. "What is that?" After the falling shards stopped, Sean lowered his bow answering a little shaken. "It's my shield. Keep on him!" Mark raised his sword, huffing out confidently. "Relax. I got this. He's not so tough. Oh..." Mark's face fell, and Sean turned to see what else the shards had done. It hadn't just been an attack against them. It also allowed him to revive a fallen ally. Honor was sparkling with golden shard dust and getting to his feet. Shaking his solid crystalized body of the golden dust, he turned to face them before growling loudly at them.