The elves immediately focused on him, their eyes narrowing with the same unified hostility he had already sensed from the moment he stepped into Elun'varis.
Even so, Azel had gotten a feeling from the beginning that this sparring event wasn't only about ganging up on him… although they were clearly eager for that.
They also fought among themselves. The arena was filled with chaotic motion, insults being thrown around in Elvish, and more arrogance than he had ever seen in one place.
Alvinus's brother was currently trading blows with another elf from House Lunethis… which was Feliora's lover probably.
Their fight was actually interesting to watch.
Despite the elegance expected of elves, the two of them were practically brawling, unleashing kicks and fist strikes amplified with tiny bursts of mana.
Behind them, another group of three elves circled for an opening, clearly intending to strike whichever of the two lost balance.
