They were only a few minutes into the Drah'Morr, and Malakai had already defeated eight opponents.
Of that eight, some of them had been Vorr'Takk, prodigies of their coven, but it made little to no difference. They had each been defeated the same way, one hit to the chin.
There were numerous ways to knock out a person. Yet, Malakai had chosen only one spot. At this point, it was as though he was doing it to mock them. They had heard the same eight identical bam, and eight thuds.
As Gor'Mekhai, it was humiliating. To see that their elites couldn't even exchange blows with an outsider, they didn't know what to feel.
For the eighth time, the guard gestured for the figure to be removed from the stage. He looked at Malakai and gulped.
The crowd was watching everything from a distance, he was right here. He had seen it all up close.
Most people were focused on the fact that their prodigies were losing, but he had gotten past that after the third fall.
