"...dodge...parry...punch..." Ozzy mumbled, laying another knight out, with another to replace him. "....dodge....parry...punch..."
Sparks spit to his right, as Banshee swooped paste, her mace and short-sword glinting off the knights armor with ferocity. Even as the armored figure turned to meet her next dive, Ozzy clothes-lined an attacking warrior, while wrapping his thick arm around the neck of Banshee's prey.
"...dodge...parry.....snap...." the ex-boxer mumbled, a small, muffled crack of vertabrae meeting his last word. The knight slumped to the ground.
"Hey! I had 'em, Oz!" Bri's words trailed past him. "Leave some for the rest of us!"
"...sorry..." Baxter grinned.
And that's when he noticed it. His eyes, cutting directly over his left shoulder, he found a strange....color....on his arm...his back....splotched haphazardly over his body.
"...what the hell...?" he murmured, staring down at himself.
Peeking out from the tattered edges of his clothes, his bare skin glinted a dirty, metallic gray. He began wiping at his skin, trying to feel it....trying to get it off. His fingers merely slid against the gray skin, the faintest of tapping noises coming from the impact of his fingertips against the material.
"...I...metal...?" he breathed.
And, even as Baxter's bewildered state held his attention firmly fixed on his own body, the battle raged around him. Another of the seemingly endless knights leapt at him, charging with the usual sharp broad sword.
Ozzy paid no attention to it's shattering blade, as it impacted harmlessly against his chest. But, what did capture his attention, was the imprint the blade's impact left.
Another streak of bronze now painted his chest.
"What the hell's going on here?" he asked himself, finally seeing that every physical impact....from anything....seemingly transmutated his skin to the metallic state.
The puzzled knight, dropping his broken sword, began backing away from the man.
"...demons....you're all demons sent by Ouhaman himself!!" he screamed in a primitive rage of fear and anger.
He turned to run, a firm roundhouse dropping him to the ground instantly.
"Baxter?" Drake asked, pausing over the dazed knight. "You okay?"
"I...." Ozzy began staring with confused eyes at the splotches of metal, lining with inflections of what he could see of his torso. "....I don't know...."
