Grugrim braced himself as Malik was closing in fast, like a storm with claws, fire, and fury.
He lifted his arm—or what was left of it, and tried to summon a defensive rune, but there was not enough time.
CRACK!
Malik's clawed fist slammed into Grugrim's side, and his bones shattered, his ribs snapping like twigs.
Grugrim flew through the air, his body ragdolling across the arena floor, dust and stone erupting with every bounce.
WHOOSH!
Before he could hit the ground, Malik was already there, teleporting in a burst of red flame. And a knee from him rocketed into Grugrim's spine.
THUD!
The impact shook the floor, and Grugrim crashed down, coughing blood, vision swimming.
He rolled over on instinct—Only to see Malik's claws descending, a blur of motion.
SLASH!
The talons tore across Grugrim's face, taking out one of his eyes.
Blood gushed, sizzling in the superheated air.
"GAAAH!!"
Grugrim's scream echoed through the shattered arena.
But Malik didn't pause.
