Ishtanballa
Mal stared in disbelief at his chest as blood poured down it, her leg had sliced him deeply. He let out a light whimper before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he collapsed into a heap, sword dropping to the ground at the same time as he did.
HP: 0
((Well, Mal lost his first fight. Guess it was time for the boastful prince to take a loss. ^_^ Nice fight, he may just wanna go after her again for his next round, should you permit it.))
