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Shivan didn't reply. She pulled out her sword, determined to prove that she was better. Her loose and hole covered black leather common for Snow Elves, a bit indecent for some, but Snow elves had a different level of decency.

The Drow smiled and disappeared into shadows, reappearing behind her. He kicked at her back, hard.

Shivan fell forward, going into a clumsy roll before turning around, her sword getting caught on the ground, causing her to stumble back again without it.

The Drow laughed.

"That's cute", he said with a smile. Twirling his swords, obviously trying to show his skills off, he then entered a defensive stance.

Seth watched the two elves fight wondering who would win.

She jumped forward, grabbing her sword and jumping back. "Just like a drow to be cocky..." She said, she brought her sword down from above, hoping to get him to bring his defense to above him. If he did, she could bring up her fist into his gut.

The Drow lifted his left arm to block the sword with his left scimitar. He then smiled and thrusted his right blade towards Shivan's chest, but would stop as it raised up to her neck, if she didn't dodge.

Whoever this drow was he was experienced, yet young.

Shivan ducked down, part of her hair catching on the blade. She jumped forward, her fist slamming into his gut as he headbutted his chin in response. It left her head hurting, but it would be worth it.

The Drow was caught in surprise and he fell back, he probably could have caught himself but seemed to choose to fall, he looked up to Shivan and smiled.

"So your sexy and you know how to fight? What a bonus", he said with a smile, suddenly laughing.

Meanwhile Bjolnorf had beaten the Minotaur for maybe the fiftieth time...

"Keep talking and you're going to lose one of these arms." She replied, pressing the end of her sword firmly against the inside of his elbow.

"It'll be worth it", he said, smiling.

This drow seemed pretty persistant.

"Is there a way I could shut you up?" She replied, pressing the sword harder against his arm.

"Fine fine.. I'll stop..", he said, slightly frowning...


"For now", he smiled, laying back and relaxing. He crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head, looking up.

She rolled her eyes, putting her sword on her back. "Just had to choose team one..."

"I'm glad you did", he said with a smile.

"Hey, milkdrinker, leave her alone", Bjolnorf interjected.

"And what're you going to do-", he said standing up with a cocky smile.

Bjolnorf punched him in the face, hard. The drow flew back and held his nose, growling. "I'll be sure to slit your throat when we fight..", he said, smiling.

Bjolnorf rolled his eyes and walked away.

"I'll be sure to keep that from happening..." Shivan added, walking away.

The Drow frowned and glared at Bjolnorf from a distance, who laughed as he saw his angry glare. But the Drow then turned and looked at Shivan, winking and smiling.

Meanwhile the Minotaur was in the infirmary, too injured to spar again with Bjolnorf.

She rolled her eyes. "Didn't your mother teach you to respect other people?"

"My mother died, for your information", he said, giggling.

"To my knowledge drow males are taught to "respect" two things; Drow clerics, and Lolth." Seth spoke as he approached the three.