Task Name: Rescue: The Queen is Saved!
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: PC
Location: Briss Kingdom
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: Now knowing where the queen is being held, Malik immediately heads to an old, abandoned building. He enters the crippled establishment and finds more cultists member, who seem to be in shock at the defeat of their leaders. Still, Malik wasn't about to let down his guard as of yet.
Enemy Details: 2 Tier 2 Cultists
Boss: No Boss

After the victory over the two cultists, whom have ambushed him at the beginning of the pathway he was now taking in a form of a sprint, he now headed to the certain location where the queen was being held. From what he can conclude, he was some sort of building that others hardly, if not ever, go to anymore. He suspects it to be abandoned. As a result, no one would even bothered to enter, unless they knew who was inside. He had to note that it was an interesting and clever plan. Keeping the female ruler of the Briss Kingdom trapped within a place no one would even think of searching, instead of buildings frequently visited. Even down to their last forces, these cultists from the cult, Tri-Shadow were formidable adversaries. He admittedly, did not expect such a formulate tactic of sorts. He continued to run at a great speed, hoping to conveniently arrive in the desired time for the captive. He had a promise to keep and he was not about to let the king down. He was counting on him and  by extension the whole kingdom may be as well. If word were to become loose and freely rampant, the citizen would fall into a panic. Without no one, presumably, the cult of Tri-Shadow, to take control, the inhabitants of the country would swirl into chaos.

It was understandable on both parts with Malik easily figuring it out long before he started searching for the queen at both the king's request and out of the kindness in his soul. By taking the rulers of the kingdom hostages, this would cause a confusing with the people having no idea knowing what happened and having no one to turn to for stability. That was where the cultist came in. One, or at least both, of the leaders were planning to take over the kingdom's palace and, as a result, establish a new order in which they rule. Unfortunately for them, they meet Malik. It was interesting to note that one pirate could cause so much damage. A wild teenager with a talent in martial arts is another story, but having similarities. The young fighter was a powerful combination of both, who had nearly brought the cultists threatening the country he was in to ruin. After a short period of time at sprinting, he expects himself to be growing closer to the building by now. He will know it once he has seen the state of the building itself. The information he had acquired from the previously defeated lieutenant stated that it was so worn down, he will easily be able off telling where the queen had been held captive for all this time.

"Aha, there is the structure where she had been taken too. The lieutenant was not kidding in the least, it was worn down and distinguishable with ease. This must be the place where the her Majesty was being held against her will. Do not worry, Your Highness, I will not fail you. No matter how much pain my body will go through, I will rescue you; I will return you home safe; I will keep my promise!" He thought as he was rushing down the solid pavement of the ground and gleefully spotted the worn down building he was hoping to find all this time. Upon stopping in front of the entrance, he reassured himself of how he will save the female ruler as well as keep his promise as he exclaimed within his mind. In that same moment within the abandoned structure behind the doors the brave will soon enter. There were three certain figures in the center of a large room with hardly any objects standing around in the aforementioned area. Certain wooden pillars are seen worn down and even broken beyond repair. One person had the endowed body of a woman, long beautiful hair, and a lovely dress that made her appear divine. It was the queen, and she was in perfect condition, not one sign of pain or being beaten. The two other figures over her form were the two cultists keeping her captive. They joyfully took their time trying to torture her. They were close to physically hurting the gorgeous women. thankfully, Malik was at the entrance, but the robed men couldn't hear him approaching.

"Come one, Your Majesty, make this less hard on yourself. If you surrender now, we can also spare your husband the same fate. You both can live under our rule. We may even give you some special treatment." The cultist on the queen's right said. The kind of "treatment" they were speaking of was sexual harassment. The mere thought of it disgusted her to no end. The female ruler simply scoffed, turning her head away from the pigs of men. If Malik were to hear what these robed men had said, he would be  seething with rage. This cultist were unlike any of the other members faced at first. They were lowly, rotten, and, above all else, evil. Even the leaders were more honorable than these hooligans. It was just by the queens misfortune that she ended up in the hands of these vile individuals. She hopes someone will come and rescue her quickly. Knowing her loving husband, the king, he had already sent for a certain person to save her. She still wondered who that boy that appeared in the throne room earlier was anyway. He seemed to most likely not be from this country. Believing he should show some dominance to maintain control of the situation, the cultist on the right side of the female ruler reach out with his right hand and grabbed her chin. He turn her face roughly to look at his, an ever-present arrogant smirk etched onto it.

"Look, beautiful, we can do this two ways. Either you submit to us and we take control or we can get rough with you until you say so." The vile robed individual said, the way he gaze look telling the queen he was serious. That he really would hurt a woman, an obvious sign that these two disgraces of men lacked chivalry. These soldiers of the now destroyed Tri-Shadow were still clinging onto hope that they could still rule the kingdom and come out on top. At that moment, a thunderous bang was heard at the doors. The two robed men were so shocked that the one on the queen's right side let go of her cheek. They looked to where the banging was heard. A certain person was here. The cultist can guess who it could be, but refused as they didn't want to face the reality of the situation at hand. It was the young pirate known as Malik. With a last resounding bang, the two door came crashing down to the floor. In their place stood a teenage boy, who was positioned to show he actually punched down the doors himself. It was time to rescue the queen.

After punching down the old, run-down doors of the entrance to this abandoned building, Malik simply stood tall with a determined expression etched upon his visage. He immediately spotted the queen being held in a chair as well as noticing certain bindings around her lovely figure. He expected these two cultist to be treated rightfully and not hurting her. He would be enraged otherwise. Of course, he wouldn't let his rage cloud his better judgement under such circumstances. Uncontrolled anger can lead to ones defeat. Unless one knows how to harness that rage, it will be detrimental to your strength. Anger only last so long, like a flame with a jar of oxygen. Of course, their are emotions that can keeping going on for all eternity. The traits that make an aspiring hero who they are. Love, honor, courage, hope, these are but a hand-full of traits shared among them and Malik was of this group. A young man, who dreams of being a hero who defends the good and crushes the wicked wherever it may stand. With no time to waste, he simply walked in while stepping over the battered doors he had previously knocked down to get in to begin with. The cultists were still in shock as they have never expected for the boy to be here. His very presence was a sign that the two previous cultist that ambushed him were defeated.

Not wasting anymore time now that he was where the female ruler of the Briss Kingdom wanted him, the young fighter decided to get her out of that chair to a safer area, if it was possible with the current conditions within the confines of this building they were currently in. When his right foot solemnly plant on the soft dirt covering the ground, he bend his corresponding leg, granting him momentum to propel his body forward. He shot in a straight line, followed with him sprinting at a high rate of speed to himself. The cultists' shock had made them vulnerable to an attack, which was convenient for Malik. When he was up close to them, he immediately reared back his left fist as he turned his gaze to the robed man on the queen's left. He thrusted forth with much strength behind it. It managed to connect with the man's right jaw, knocking him a good distance away from the woman, specifically a few feet. In that same moment, he performed a kick, utilizing his left leg to attack the cultist on the female ruler's right. He was able to hit the man in his gut, causing the robed individual to let out an audible grunt of agony as he was pushed back a couple of feet by the force of the attack's impact.

"I-Incredible, just who is this boy? The queen thought as she watched in awe at her apparent savior with sheer amazement. She never see a child capable of doing this. Then again, children are full of surprises. Some adults hardly know what kids were up to in the first place. They always have something to show, wanting to impress those who have lived longer and are much wiser. Many who are still very young, look to the future rather than look to the past. Malik was of various similarities. What separated him from other kids was his skill, talent, maturity, knowledge, wisdom, and patience. He was very mature for someone of his age and understands the weight of a situation that bares down on him when progressing in a certain task he needed to do. With the cultist a good distance away from the queen, Malik firmly planted his left leg on the floor and quickly went to untying the woman from her binds, which held her in place. He was quick as well as accurate in unbinding her. She was impressed at how skilled he was in close-combat. She wondered where he had learned to fight in such a manner. When he was finished, the queen was able to stand from her stand, rubbing her wrists as they were tied around them in a tightly manner. At least she wasn't seriously hurt.

"Your Majesty, please take cover in a certain area of obscurity. You are still not safe at the moment. Not unless I personally defeat these two men whom were holding you hostage." The young warrior of a pirate said. Knowing the severity of the situation they were both in, the queen turn on her heels and spotted a place where she can hide in safety with the abandon building, so she does not get hurt while within the crossfire of battle. She quickly ran to it, not wasting time to get out of the danger she was once in. The cultist on her right spotted what she was trying to do while Malik noticed the same man's gaze on her majesty. The adolescent fighter rushed to the man with great vigor. With these two cultists defeated, this may permanently end the cult's assault on the country and it's citizens. Before the robed man could even get to the female ruler, the young warrior immediately stopped in front of him. Taken aback by his speed, the man decided to take a few steps backwards. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pulled it back. He then, thrust it at the robed individual. The punched was able to connect to the man's chest.

"I will not allow you to lay another finger on the queen, begone, cloaked foe." The brave fighter spoke out in a firm, but gentlemanly manner. As he did, the cultist expressed a grunt of pain as a result from taking the fist to his body. He stepped back out of agony and gripped his chest with his left hand. He stared at the boy, who had just gotten into a combative stance of sorts. Meanwhile, the queen observed from the shadows in a safe area where she can see what the young warrior had in store for her former captors.

Seeing the young fighter getting ready to deliver punishment to the robed soldier before him, the man knew he had to be prepared to stand a chance against this boy. He was no ordinary opponent, especially how he relentlessly plowed through their once-thought formidable forces. The cultist soon shifted his form to a battle position as well to be ready for the warrior's next assault to his body. He kept a careful gaze on the formidable adolescent as underestimating him can prove fatal to one's outcome in a confrontation. Multiple members of his cult had already made that mistake and unfortunately ending up suffering crushing defeats all the same. This cultist, on the other hand, wasn't one to judge his foes from how they appear. Malik may look to be a teenager, which he is, but is a well-adept martial artist, who's goal is to rescue the queen. The said female ruler is doing as the young man had previously told her. To hide in a safe area within the confines of the abandoned building. In the protections of the obscuring shadows, she looked on to see both the boy and the robed man staring each other down.

The young fighter decided to continue with his onslaught of physical blows. He rushed towards the robed individual, rearing back his left fist this time. He was careful to try a different tactic as this man had probably seen such moves before. He also cannot use the same moves repetitively, otherwise, his opponent's will figure out the pattern behind it. The cultist put his guard up to endure the blow coming at him. When the young warrior was close enough, he quickly shifted to the man's right and released a left hook with his corresponding arm. The robed individual saw this and was able to anticipate his move. He moved the right of his pair of arms that was guarding him from a frontal assault to his corresponding side. He successfully blocked the attack. The caused the cultist give a sly smirk. The remaining of the robed men was watching his comrade engaging in combat against the adolescent fighter. He stood observing the two while they exchange blows. Malik noticed the other soldier of the cult looking at him and his opponent and is to remain careful. Any tactic or technique he display could be analyzed in their mechanics and used against him.

"Hey, your bad kid, with the fact that you took down most of my boys is proof that you're tougher than you look. Which means I don't have to hold back in this fight. Now it's my turn." The robed man fighting the brave warrior said as he pushed off the teenager's left hook, balling his right hind into a fist soon after. He turned on his feet and reared it back quickly. With a step forward, he released the attack towards the boy. Malik had little time to reacted, so braced himself for the oncoming blow. It was able to connect with his chest, but the young fighter remain firm as he gritted his teeth while be pushed a far distance from his enemy from the force of the impact. The boy decided to retaliate with an attack of his own as he dashed towards the cultist in front of him. This surprised the soldier at first due to the martial artist recovery time. He quickly performed a kick utilizing his right leg. The tactic worked as he was able to hit the man in his left side. He grunted in pain as he was pushed to the right by the force of his physical blow. Malik soon planted his foot back onto the ground and shifted back to his combative stance. He wasn't about to let his guard down for a second.

The cultist slid to a stop and started to give faint pants from his endurance with the adolescent's assault. He was a formidable opponent but he wasn't about to give up yet. The man still had faith he could defeat this young fighter and proceed in taking over the Briss Kingdom. He believes he can even resurrect Tri-Shadow stronger than ever where to the point that the young warrior won't be able to stop them single-handedly. If he had eaten a Devil Fruit, then, they would have really have been in trouble. He was powerful enough with his martial arts. The robed man got into his battle stance. Afterwards, he rushed towards the pirate in order to get even with him. Malik prepared himself for what was about to come forth. When the cultist was close enough he perform a sweep kick on the floor, heading towards his feet. Having anticipated his tactic, the boy was quick to react as he jumped and successfully dodge it. When he landed he initiated a kick using his right leg. The cultist, seeing this, held up his arms in an "X" formation with his right in front of his left. He was able to successfully block the attack and quickly moved on the counter the younger warrior on his own. He spun in in a counter-clockwise manner, freeing himself from the previously connected leg of the brave fighter. This caused him to stumble slightly while trying to set him foot down. The robed man spun to the adolescent's left and stopped with his right fist clenched.

"I have you now, pirate." He said as he thrust his limb towards the teenage warrior. In the quick execution, Malik was unable to react. As such, the cultist's punch land in his left jaw. The force of the attack was strong. It caused him to spit out a few drops of blood and push him a few feet away from his opponent. He slid to a stop and planted his right foot to the ground, he gaze narrowed towards the cultist, who was now grinning at the fact he was getting the advantage in the battle against this boy. The young fighter inwardly admits from inside the confines of his mind that his enemy was more formidable than he expected. He will have to give his all and not hold back. It has come to the point where he has decided to utilize one of his techniques. He is careful to save the best for the last of the opponents he faces in this area. Unfortunately for the cultist watching them, it was him who will soon suffer the full force of his currently most powerful attack.

The young fighter quickly returned to his signature battle stance, a new tactic already formulated with his thoughts. He was certain he was prepared to charge in again, but is to not become overconfident or especially arrogant. He wasn't one to be so overly prideful of himself, but rather thinks highly of others, mainly he family, friends, and allies. He wouldn't let something such as a single idea make his judgement clouded by arrogance. He was very cautious and even anticipated what his foe may do next when he initiated his strategy. He positioned himself to dash at his opponent. The cultist facing him also readied his body for what attack the boy would launch. Before beginning, Malik notices a trickle of blood running down the left side of his lip. He lifted his corresponding hand and used the back of it to wipe it off. It has been a little while since someone had made himself bleed again. Luckily, it wasn't with a weapon, which would have caused a severe wound. When the blood had had been cleaned from his mouth his rushed forward to the robed man. He charged at tremendous speed, which was hard for the cultist to keep track of. He narrowly focused his gaze to see where the young fighter was going to do. When he was at an appropriate distance, He slid himself to the man's right. In that same moment, he fashioned his right hand in a similar position to a claw. He reared it back, then, thrusted it forward.

"Torakiba!" He exclaimed, calling out the name of one of his techniques. Sliding to his right side was so sudden, the cultist didn't have time to react to the martial artist's immediate attack. It successfully connected with his abdomen on the corresponding side. The damage was minor, but effective as the soldier let out a grunt of pain and stepped to his left a fair distance while grabbing his right side out of agony. The impact left a noticeable bruise from where he was struck. However, Malik wasn't finished there. That was just the start of his next onslaught. That sudden, recent usage of his technique left the man wide open more attacks to come his way. The young warrior immediate rushed forth. He clenched both of his hands into fists and reared them back. When he was close enough, he unleashed a barrage of eight punches in total. With the bruise and damage he had sustain from the adolescent's previous technique, he found it difficult to dodge while adjusting to the pain the same time. While did dodged four of them, which was noted to be half, the other half of his barrage landed physical blows onto his face. To finish with his assault, Malik performed a knee strike with his left leg. He was able to hit the cultist in his stomach. He grunted in torment from the repetitive blows he was receiving.

He quickly jumped back a few feet to grabbed some distance from his formidable, yet young foe. He never knew this teenager was this powerful. As the queen observed what was taking place from he hiding place, which help shroud her form, she was in awe at how the adolescent quickly turned the situation around in his favor. A few moments ago, he was struggling to damage his opponent. Now, the same man, who was previously getting the best of him was now panting as he struggled to stand on his own two feet against this young fighter. From what the cultist had said during their exchange of physical blows, the queen soon realized that the boy who had come to rescue her was a pirate. Despite that fact, he put his life on the to protect her and was trying to save her. She was thankful, that there were pirates out in the world, who were kind at heart while search for adventure. Many others were not so much. From how this battle looked, the teenage combatant was guaranteed victory in his steed. It was hard to  believed that this fighter was a child with how he is handling himself. He was quite an intelligent young man.

Amazing, I have never seen someone fight such as he does. He is also quite handsome for his young age. A woman would be very fortunate to have him as a boyfriend. Still, I believe it was too soon for him to be thinking about girls while he was supposedly on his adventures. Right now, I am just grateful he had come to my rescue. Such a brave and noble hero of a young man." She thought with a smile as she was filled with happiness for the one who had come to rescue her. The young warrior shifted to his combative position to finished off his formidable foe. It was time to end this battle here and now. He first positioned his right palm facing upward over his left, which was facing downward. He pulled both of them back together back his right side and focuses his strength into them. This was a technique he rarely showed up until now, "Tora Suiryoku". He then, rushed forward with great speed while concentrating his power into his hands simultaneously. The cultist was unable t evade what was coming at him as he was too batter to move quickly enough. When Malik was close enough, he thrusted both of his palms forward in a claw-like fashion. The attack connected with his chest, pushing the man off of his feet with him releasing another grunt of pain. His visioned blurred as he flew a couple of feet through the air, before finally landing with a thud on his back. His closed his eyes, falling unconscious. The young fighter had won the first of the two battles at the abandoned building.

[Techniques Used: Torakiba + Tora Suiryoku: 15 + 15 = 30 - 250 = 220 Stamina]

The young warrior of a pirate stood from his recent victory with the cultist he was fighter in order to defend the princess. Though, noticeable bruises from the attacks his enemy had landed on him could be seen, evidence on the damage that he had be afflicted with. The other cultist, who had be watching how the boy fought stood quiet for a moment, contemplating on the techniques he had just seen the adolescent perform in front of him. If he were to try those moves on him, he certainly has a strategy to counteract such technique. From what he had observed, his attack focus around crushing his foes with brute force. He utilizes this along with with his other tactics to inflict damage from different angles. This would the teenager's physical blows quite difficult to dodge as a result. With seeing how well he the adolescent fighter can handle himself out there, he was confident he had an idea on how to defend against strength such as his. The soldier must be careful on how he should handle this adolescent. His lost could result in the permanent ruin of his cult. At the same time, his victory could signify the rebirth of Tri-Shadow itself. The man gave a smirk directed at the young pirate.

"Heh, not bad kid, I see why my comrades had trouble with you and, if you can take out our leaders alone, then you're definitely something else. I'll have to keep my eyes on you for sure." The robed individual said, praising the boy's talents. The sound of the man's voice caught the noble warrior's attention as he quickly turned on his feet and looked towards the new enemy he will be facing. He gave a smile, simple smile of his. It was a sign he was slightly happy at his level of skill being recognized, despite how young he was. However, that small smile soon left as fast as it had came. The teenage martial artist started to walked up toward the cultist as the aforementioned man do the same. The queen continued to quietly observed from the shadows as she was still in awe of the boy's might. He was able to defeat the previous soldier, but not without sustaining damage. Even from this distance, she can see the bruises done to his body. As he continued to walk, Malik began to unzip his favorite hoodie. He took off his blue pack and threw it to his left side and into a safe area, which was, fortunately, near the queen. He last removed his article of cyan clothing and tossed it in the same direction, landing over his backpack.

Now with his mementos out of danger of this approaching battle, Malik can fight without worry. The adolescent saw no fit to undress his favorite hoodie and take off his backpack until the battle he fought in took a turn to more serious matter at hand. Malik expects this next match to be difficult and might leave him with noticeable injury as a result. If he should happen to sustain such injuries, he will keep his favorite choice of clothing away from any possible damage. Blunt attack really don't affect it that much, but in the event it were to get torn, he will have to keep it out of harm's way. It was sort of a good luck charm. It was left to him by his mother. She was very good at designing clothes and made his hoodie especially for him. It reminds him of his family. That is why he takes good care of it. It is his signature type of clothing to wear. When both fighter were  a close enough distance between one another, they stopped, staring each other down. Quickly, Malik shifted into his combative stance. Following suit, the robed man switched into a similar position himself and awaited for what the young fighter had in store for him.

The adolescent pirate knows this cultist had been watching him in his recent battle with his comrade. So, he is not going to resort to repetitive actions. Otherwise, he will see fit to plow through them and counterattack. The young fighter decided on an interesting tactic to try out. He dashed to his right, then sprinted to his left in a diagonal pattern. The cultist was taken aback by this action, but kept himself calm and waited for what will befall on him. At a close enough distance, he stooped to the robed individual's right and slid to his left. The cultist began to question what he was doing before it was too late. The young fighter jumped towards the man while performing a knee strike with his right leg. It managed to hit the cultist in his left jaw. The adolescent then, landed on both of his feet. The robed soldier was temporarily knocked off balance, but made a quick recovery and jolted towards the teenage martial artist. He performed a roundhouse kick with his left leg. At the sudden reaction to his attack, Malik was unable to guard against a maneuver such as this. It managed to hit him in the left side of his face, pushing to his right a few feet. He stopped him self with concentrated strength and turned his gaze towards his opponent, eyes burning with determination.

He dash incredibly fast towards the cultist, who was surprised at the teenager's sudden retaliation. When he easily closed the distance, he clenched his right hand into a fist. He soon reared it back and launched it forward. He was able to hit the man in the middle of his face, the force of his fist's impact pushing his back a few feet. When the robed man came to a stop, he stood panting. Malik quickly returned to his fighting position waiting for what tactic the cultist will pull instead.

The queen observed from the obscuring shadows she hid within, watching on as Malik starts to get the advantage. However, she worried how much punishment he could take. His body may be apparently capable of strength and speed beyond human, but his form was still as vulnerable to attacks as any other ordinary living being. He had to be careful. She closed her eyes and prayed for the boy to win this battle, so both of them can return to the castle safely. She did not want this to end badly. This boy was risking his own life getting pummeled and returning back to his enemies the pain they tried to give him all to protect her. He hurt to see him suffer any further damage, but she knows there is more to this teenager as she had witnessed it herself. Continuing on with the current confrontation happening between Malik and the remaining cultist present within the abandoned building as their battleground, the said man was still panting from the previous blows he had sustained onto his body. He inwardly admits that the adolescent warrior was formidable of a opponent and that he will have to exert his strength to stand a chance at defeating this child. Now with the queen safe, the young fighter does not have to worry much and can remained patient for as long as he desires.

"Shoot, your tougher than I though, pirate. I'll have to kick this up a notch, won't I." The cultist said, announcing he was going to show the teenage warrior a greater portion of his strength. He quickly switched into a how own battle stance, preparing to attack the young man head-on. He made a dash forward. However, he took a surprising turn of initiative. He curved his path of acceleration to the left, heading for the adolescent's right. He then, reared back his left hand as he clenched it into a fist. The young fighter readied himself for what may come his way. When the cultist was at an appropriate distance, he immediately slid to he right, ending up on the martial artist's left. He, shockingly, tried a similar tactic Malik had tried. This left the teenage warrior open. In that same moment, the robed man thrusted his fist towards him. The blow was able to hit him in the chest. This caused the boy to let out an inaudible grunt of pain. The cloaked individual decided to follow up with another attack. He performed a kick with his right leg. It was able to connect to the young fighter's left side. Another inaudible grunt came from the adolescent lip quickly. This blow pushed his right a few feet. Finished with his recent assault momentarily, the cultist smoothly rested his foot onto the ground.

The young warrior began to pant at the blows he has suffered to his body. He soon returned to his fighting stance, sweat beating down the sides of his face. His eyes were narrowed, more focused onto his enemy than ever before. He was not going to lose here, he refused. This was mostly due to the fact that he made a promise to the king to bring back his loving wife, the queen, safe and he was going to uphold that very oath he had took. The state of the entire kingdom rested on the outcome of this confrontation he was having with his opponent. The cultist quickly switched into a battle position himself, holding an ever-present smirk on his visage. He was becoming proud of how he was turning the state of this match in his own favor. However, it will go another way soon. It is time Malik ended this with his currently most powerful technique. He can only get so much tries from an attack of such a level. It is hits, the man will be too damaged to stand and fall to his defeat. It was to say, his trump card to turn the battle around.

The boy closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths while followed with the same amount of exhalations. He was relaxing his muscles, so he could initiate his most powerful move, which was named "Hageshii Ryuukyoushuu". He had to make sure that this attack connect. If not, he will be left exhausted afterwards as well as at a disadvantage against the cultist. He will still have enough energy to move to the point of dodge his attacks and land some hits of his own, though. He reopened his eyes and focused his gaze onto the enemy in front of him. He readied himself to rush forward. With the tactics he has been utilize lately, he was certain he can surprise his opponent this time. He rushed forward in a straight line. At seeing the young fighter's movement, the cultist prepared himself from what unorthodox methods he would try. However, what caught him off-guard was that fact that he charging in a straight line. When he was at a close enough distance, he stopped in front of the man. This, as a result, left the robed soldier wide opened. The young warrior clenches both of his fist and thrust forth a barrage of punches, equaling ten in total. The all connected with the man's chest along with him releasing a grunt of agony. With the eleventh punch, Malik focused all of his strength into it. He then, gave another thrust towards his enemy's chest, cracking a few of his ribs as a result. The force of the impact knocked him off of his feet and into the air a good distance away from himself. He landed with a large thud on his back instantly falling unconscious and lying limb on the hard ground.

Malik stood from where he had executed his most power technique he had learn. He took a deep breath and exhaled greatly, regaining some vigor in his step. The queen smiled at the the boy's victory. With this second win of his, the kingdom was saved and they can return to the castle. The adolescent deserves recuperation from the efforts he had put forth to rescue her from her now unconscious captors. The young fighter turned his gaze toward his hoodie draped over his backpack and walked up to them. When he was an appropriate distance away he knelt down and picked up his favorite hoodie. He put it on and zipped it up with ease. He then reached down toward his blue pack with his right hand. He grabbed a hold of the straps connected to it and stood up. He slung it over his shoulders smoothly before tuning the angle of his vision to find where the queen had been hiding. He spotting he her hiding in thick shadows and immediately ran over to her. When he was close enough, he held out his left hand, offering to help her to her feet. She accepted this gentlemanly gesture as she grabbed it with her own left. With a gentle pull, she was lifted to her heels.

"Come, my young hero, you must be exhaust from all that fighting. Let us return to the castle. As a show of gratitude, my husband and I shall allow you to stay as long as you want to heal those bruises of yours. It is the least we could after you saved our kingdom." The female ruler said in a lovely feminine voice of adult charm. The young warrior nodded innocently as the both turned and started to walk to the abandoned building's entrance. When they had made it, they exited the mysterious structure, leaving the limb bodies of the cultist to rest. The queen will call the guard to take them to the prison soon enough. After leaving the building, the soon began to walk on the path, which lead back to the palace. This has certainly been an interesting day for Malik as well as a great adventure. He knows there are endlessly plenty more ahead.

[Techniques Used: Hageshii Ryuukyoushuu: 30 - 220 = 190 Stamina]

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