The Last Warlock

Not caring anymore about the bald old man laughing by his side, Mack's gaze changed back to the box, because he knew the good part was yet to come.

Mack removed some kind of protecting paper and saw two dark red gauntlets made of metal, and just like the breastplate, those gauntlets seemed as if made of fish or snake scales, at the tip of the knuckles pointed and sharp small thorns could be seen, but the rest was devoid of any thorns unlike the breastplate. 

Mack grabbed one of them and put in his right hand. They fitted perfectly and went up to his elbow, ending behind it, where another bigger thorn made the final touch.

Mack moved his fingers and felt it was nice and very malleable, it dint obstruct his movements in any form, and checking the bottom part of the gauntlets he saw the thing that most concerned him, his fingers tips were free for him to touch, and the innovations he requested were there too, instead of using a retractable knife blade, Mack had requested for the 'fingernails' of the gauntlets to be made into small blades.

Mack opted for this, because after pondering for hours over his fight style and the warlock metal, things finally clicked for him. He understood that once he got close to his opponent, he would not actually need any high performing or any high damage output weapon, because the warlock metal would pass any kind of spell or ability. He only needed to punch or grab or puncture the enemy skull with his fists.

Mack put the two dark red dragon like gauntlets in his hands and tested for a bit, he then thought he should practice more close combat martial arts of some, the principles behind what he learned using dual blades, specially inverted dual swords fully applied to the style for how to attack an enemy with those gauntlets, but Mack thought he needed more. 

"They are perfect," said Mack aloud, going for the last item inside the box.

A small essence bullet, but instead of runes over its tip like the ones Mack saw to this day, he saw a black and opaque tip.

"I bet it's the first time someone made a bullet like this," said Mack, looking at the bullet in his hand as if appreciating his 'creation'.

Harlack, for the first time, turned serious, and looked at the black bullet, "This small thing can probably kill anyone, no matter the body level, no matter if mage or not."

"Indeed, unfortunately, it's only one. Warlock metal is too precious to use it in bullets."

Be Mack or Harlack, both knew the deadly power of an essence bullet made of warlock metal, no way of fending off its speed, no way of defending, and there was not a single body that could resist it. Unless, of course, that person too had an 'armor' made of warlock metal. But that was reserved for very few people.

That's why, once a person was hit by that bullet. It was dead. Simple as this. 

Mack fidgeted with the bullet for a few more seconds, then he turned his left hand and inserted the bullet in a small hole in the gauntlet made specifically for keeping the bullet.

That bullet was reserved for someone.

In the end, his two swords were turned in two gauntlets, a very thin breastplate, and a bullet.

Mack obviously lost range in close battles but he seemed very satisfied by it as the corners of his lips raised while his gaze suddenly looked to a place where there was nothing, as if seemed lost in his thoughts, the scene lasted only a moment and Mack then shook his head and said, "Right, I will need one week, then we can start, I need to adapt myself to this new toys, so I will go now." said Mack already turning his back and walking to the door.

Once Mack reached the door, he stopped for a brief moment, but suddenly continued to move out, and while closing the door he said, "See you in a week, and please, bring me good news, old man."

The door closed and the figure of Mack disappeared behind the door, but Harlack kept looking at the place where Mack just left, and pondering over something, or maybe as if responding to the absent Mack, he said aloud, "One week is more than enough, more than enough."

The moment those words left his lips, he kicked his right foot on the floor and disappeared from the spot, leaving the hotel room empty once again and the lights flickering.

Not a minute later a woman figure entered the same room, and seeing no one around, she walked to the metal box but seeing it was empty, a little disappointed look was plastered in her face, and she looked to the side to think in what to do, but it was then, her eyes quickly shifted to a corner of the room, where she saw a small paper note.

She walked a few steps and grabbed the note and after reading it, she could not avoid saying aloud "already taken?" and put the note inside her clothes.

But the woman knew she could not delay and quickly left the room before anyone noticed her presence and quickly left, leaving behind the almost unnoticeable fragrant smell of camelias.

...

Inside a dark room by the edges of the same city, Mack kept panting and hitting the air, fully covered in sweat, his motions were odd and unnatural, it was not like boxing from earth, nor was it like panthers or tigers fighting, instead, he used his body as a lever to produce extremely quick and powerful attacks while also quickly shifting his attack patterns, each strike leaving behind the sound of air tearing apart, almost breaking the barrier of sound.

This was not in the level of humans anymore, and neither was Mack a simple human anymore.