Boom...
Boom...
The sound of heavy pounding echoes the hall. Fist clashing against the torn armor.
War blade stood stuck on the floor of the boss room dragging a straight line on the ground.
Taylor was hit miserably laying on the floor. The skull mask started to crumble cracks spreading all over its surface.
Hot blood dripping from his face blurred his eyes.
With every punch pounding on his face, the energy he borrowed from the mask left his body.
It further weakened him to even raise himself and the weight of werewolf sitting above him.
'so much for carving fight with borrowed power'
A slight smile still hanged on his lips behind the broken mask only covering his mouth and left eye.
Tear...
Werewolf ripped away, his black armor and fling swirling to the hall.
The small distraction from the wolf was what he waited for all along. Seeing the turn around to throw his armor.