Mark charged towards The Architect, swinging Skullbreaker Downwards at him. However, The Architect disappeared from the spot he had been in.
He then reappeared behind Mark, punching his fist right through Mark's chest. Blood spurted from Mark's mouth, as The Architect threw him to the ground.
Slowly getting back up, Mark again charged at The Architect, attempting to slash him with his claws. The Architect caught Mark's wrists, which he twisted as he then pummeled him with an overwhelming amount of force, strengthened by the energies.
Mark fell back down, softly whimpering as he reverted from his Berserker form and back to his normal body.
"Your determination and heart is commendable, Mark Mcneil..."
The Architect then force-pushed Mark back to the ground with The Crimson as he attempted to rise back up.
"But you have never had a chance from the very moment you stepped into the Arena against Scrapper."
The Architect then prepared to finish Mark off, charging up a blast in his hand.
The Architect suddenly gripped his head, feeling the emotions that the ID had shown him on a more profound level. To him, it was just all a bunch of noise. Noise which grated his nerves. Noise which drive him to near-insanity. These...sensations, they did not belong to him. He shouldn't be feeling these things. To him, these were the greatest weaknesses if Mortals. If they could cast aside their humanity, they could be at least an infinity'th as divine as him.
The Architect slowly, slightly bent his head down as he retched in pain from the emotions, temporarily stunned.
The blades both penetrated through The Architect's head which further stunned him.
"Kyran, now!" Archangel Sabrael shouted to Kyran, pointing at the Architect.