CRACK!
Hazuki's sidekick smashed into the armored man's ribs.
Even with full plate armor, the force behind the kick was enough to send him flying. The man was launched backward like a sack of potatoes, crashing into the ground with a loud CLANG-CLANG-THUD! and skidding across the dirt. The crowd gasped. Some even stood up in disbelief.
"Oi oi oi! Did he just—?!"
"WITH A KICK?!"
Above Hazuki's head, Ridan was still floating midair—dressed in his cheerleader outfit for some reason—furiously waving pom-poms.
"GET HIM!! YEAH, KICK HIM!! HAZUKI!! NEXT ONE!! DROPKICK THOSE MAGES!!"
Hazuki, mid-stretch, looked up. "…Which one?"
"That one!!" Ridan pointed dramatically at the robe-wearing girl, who was already gathering magic at her fingertips. "Attack her before she nukes the whole arena!!"
"Alright," Hazuki said casually—then vanished in a burst of speed.
WHAM!!
He jumped, spun in the air, and axe-kicked straight down onto the mage girl's head.
"WAGH—!!"
