Malik's HP: 100

To hit: 11-4 = 7 (Miss)



Another day another fight and this time it was a big one. Malik had been around the arena for quite a long time if his fan base was anything to go by, and like always he entered with his signature grin.



The wind seemed to pick up as he twirled around in a flourish, something that resulted in an eruption of cheers from the audience, in response to which he bowed.



He was the king of this arena. He'd won fight after fight and suddenly there was this woman thinking she had it in her to oppose him. Well no matter, he always did enjoy knocking people back down to where they belonged.



He effortlessly swatted away the shower of bullets headed towards him, a powerful gust of wind redirecting them to the wall behind him as he started advancing.



With a burst of wind he blasted off towards her, going for a kick to start things off, but turns out the witch was faster than he expected. Well then, this might go somewhere after all.