It was time for his fourth round, but Kaamil wasn't feeling particularly hopeful for the battle. His first win had only been because his opponent hadn't managed to attack in time, and the other two fights had been losses. The third round especially had been disheartening, as his opponent had made him look like a complete fool. Not that it was her fault, really – Kaamil had simply been under-prepared. Trying to raise his own spirits, he repeated to himself the idea that this was all a good learning experience and so winning and losing didn't matter. As he stepped into the arena, he noticed his newest opponent charging forward, unleashing a bolt of electricity. Although he didn't really want to get any closer, Kaamil didn't have any ranged attacks and so he had to, deciding to run forward and swipe at the electric Fellox with his
claws.