His eyes adjusted and then focused on the blue and grey fabric. He recognized the man immediately. It was Yasuo, a person he had faced in lane multiple times before. For Malzahar it was an easy match - he was the all powerful void prophet after all. But right now, standing as a tiny shrunken man in the middle of the hallway was changing things. Yasuo was approaching quickly, the giant looking forward with intent, as if he was heading for something. The wanderer's sandals smacked the floor with force as he walked, his glance far from where he was stepping.
Even though Yasuo was a quite a bit away to Malzahar, the tiny shrunken prophet acted quickly. First he pulled himself up, floating a tiny bit off the ground like he always did and prepared a display of shouts and cheers - anything that could bring the ronin's attention on himself. Taking a deep breath he proceeded to make his way to the middle of the hallway and stood, well, floated his ground.
"YASUO DOWN HERE!" Malzahar waved his arms frantically as he watched the giant swordsman approach, his gigantic figure increasing as he did, his massive legs propelling the ronin forward. Oh no, Yasuo had picked up pace. He hadn't noticed Malzahar!
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