Malicor is taken off guard, crashing to the ground under the onslaught. His orange light aura doesn't eat away at the blue like it does the green.
Still, he's no slouch in a fight, swatting at Avalon's hand.
"Thou hast won this round. I will away... but believe this, Jordan... I will have my ring, even if it must needs be pried from thy cold, dead fingers."
With a flash of orange tinged yellow light, he's gone.
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