A Fight to Death (1)

Both of the fighters headed toward the center of the arena, Horis didn't choose any weapon, but Aion still was equipped with his two hand axes. It seemed that the enemy had more than enough confidence that his fists would do the trick.

While seeing the enemy up close and in front of him like that, Aion could see that his black armor covered his whole body. Only his head was unprotected… moreover, it looked like the armor could adapt to his body perfectly since Aion couldn't see any marks on the joints.

"A magic armor…" Aion thought.

He had no idea who gave that to the enemy, but it certainly was someone who was fully aware of the weakness of that asshole. It was hard to tell if Aion could pull that off with ordinary weapons, but he would have to aim for the head from the very beginning… that was his plan to kill the enemy as soon as possible, anyway.