Malkor eyed the gargoyle as he tossed the knifes into the sky and caught them with ease, so he was a ranged fighter, that was to be expected. The orcs rage bubbled over as the gargoyle gave him a mock greeting, sarcasm dripping from the creatures voice. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Good luuuuuck...!</span>" Malkor unsheathed the monsterous blade and swung the blade to the side, easily shattering a decent sized rock that had been jutting out of the ground. The orc let loose a roar that echoed off the stands, a roar that thirsted for blood.<br/><br/>Malkor begin charging after the creature, slowly at first but picking up momentum to the point where he was a living locomotive, barreling towards the gargoyle. He let the tip of the blade rest on the ground as he charged, kicking up dust and sand from the stadium floor that formed a large dust cloud behind him. as he came within fifteen feet of the gargoyle he turned his feet to the side and used the momentum to slide forward a few more feet. As he slid he swung his blade upward, kicking up more dust that formed a cloud in front of him. he used his remaining momentum to leap through the cloud of dust and sand,  then swinging the blade downward towards the gargoyle, using his falling weight to add to the force of the swing.