Disclaimer: I own neither League of Legends nor any of its characters. Blah blah blah. All of that stuff. I am just a fangirl who plays League and is fascinated by the Malz/Kassadin pairing. Because I am sick and twisted.
Malzahar floated down the middle lane of Summoner's Rift, on the lookout for enemies. He thought he heard a rustle in the bushes; saw a flash of black. His muscles tensed, and he absent-mindedly pulled his gloves further up on his arms. He checked his mana and smiled- he had enough.
NULL ZONE !
"Ah, ahh," groaned a familiar voice, and Kassadin flashed out of the bush, using Voidwalk to get through a wall. Malzahar just grinned, and shot purple energy over the wall. He raced around the wall and exhausted Kassadin, making the taller man fall to his knees.
"Right where I like you," Malzahar taunted in his raspy voice, flinging Kassadin face-down onto the ground. Kassadin's blade slipped from his hands, and Malzahar stepped on the edge of it. Kassadin put his hands over his head in surrender, and Malzahar was about to finish him off, when suddenly he was hit from behind with a wave of heat. He stumbled forward, tripping over Kassadin, and then suddenly found himself being clawed by a huge bear.
"Thanks, Annie," Kassadin told the little girl roughly. Malzahar's only satisfaction was that it must be emasculating for Kassadin to be saved by a little six year old girl. As Tibbers shredded and burned him, Malzahar fought to get away, blindly rushing into a corner of golems. He accidentally attacked the golems and silently berated himself for being so stupid as to not watch where he was going.
As his eyes slipped closed and he died his first death, Malzahar thought he heard a taunt somewhere, from a deep voice that sounded so familiar—"Try that again"