Art grinned savagely. Titus hadn't expected such holy blast of light to purely be made of darkness had he? Art's very existence was tainted with darkness, despite his light form. It was only natural that he used a dark element to base his more special abilities.
That grin was shortly cut off as he was dragged towards Titus and dealt a harsh blow with his sword. With no armor, Art felt the sharp sting of the blade as it cut across his body. He growled a little in agony, but clenched his teeth together to avoid uttering any more cries.
As he was released, he leaped back. Into the awaiting skeletons. He hissed savagely, letting loose another pulse of white aura, then halted as Titus began talking to him, that was one of his faults- he couldn't talk and fight at the same time- and Titus's word had struck a chord.
"So I do not fight dressed up like a tin can." He growled. "To me, donning that thick armor is cowardice. You can not take a blow like a man, if that is what I can call you."
He again growled savagely and took another slash at a skeleton.
"But... I do not know what will happen if you win. Perhaps I will die." He spat out. "But I do not feel like meeting death today."
He knew Titus was stronger than he, as much as his pride hated to admit it. Especially with those skeletons under his control, it gave Art a disadvantage as he had to fight more targets than one. More cowardice on Titus's part, he concluded angrily, but made no comment on it.
He was tempted to take to the skies, but what would Titus do then?
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