Not What The People Want

Luca lunged forward, his fists glowing with the dark, writhing energy of his negative magic, each strike powerful enough to shatter stone. 

The masked figure darted to meet him, magic crackling around their obsidian claws. They moved like lightning, ducking and weaving, a relentless force meeting Luca's aggression blow for blow.

The two collided, punches landing with brutal force, each hit sending shockwaves across the arena. Luca's dark magic hissed against the masked fighter's glowing aura, casting flickers of ominous shadows and light across the crowd. 

Luca sneered as he unleashed a wave of blackened energy toward them. "Think you can keep up with me, nameless wretch?" he taunted, his voice laced with arrogance.

The masked figure dodged swiftly, somersaulting backward before landing on all fours, feral and swift, then sprang forward in a blur.