Um. The little puffball that could once again jumps into the arena and... erm... well, this is embarassing. Mallow certainly appreciates having an easy win out of the gate, but... couldn't they have given him a bit more credit than -Jogurt-? The fallen overlord may certainly still have some grasp over the League's subconscious, but in an actual battle, he is just about the worst fighter to ever step foot in the arena. It's almost insulting, in a sense. But oh well, a win is a win. Mallow will play no fancy strategies or long, protracted stallfests: all he will do is gently tap Jogurt's helmet with his cymbal, guaranteeing a victory. Nobody said hamsters could take a hit, even with that huge headgear.
