I stand rooted in my spot, a helpless observer of the c*****e that was happening right in front of my eyes. Malik used his fire to blow off any obstacle and hindrance, but I never once saw him use it against his foes. His sword was his sole weapon as he continuously hacked his way through the group.
A man ran towards him with his hands covered in light, but Malik immediately cut off his arms and send him sprawling on the ground. Another man came charging, but Malik used the tip of his sword to spill his guts. A third one appeared out of nowhere, poised for an ambush, but his throat was slit up before he could do anything.
A sudden morbid realization dawned on me. All the wounds that Malik inflicted were fatal, but not enough to outright kill. He was playing with them.
It didn't take Mal
