Elanev saw his younger brother wink at him when he arrived at the scene.
That confidence, that grace, that…arrogance.
Unlike the typical kind of arrogance that would piss anyone off, this was one which naturally belonged to a King who disdained all those who were dared to challenge him.
"ARRGH-"
Before Elanev could notice anything else, a man appeared from the forest a few feet away from him and bounded in the King's direction without a thought.
Fighters were typically hot-blooded folk, and few were capable of taking such an insult, added to the many colorful ones uttered by the King when he had thrown out his challenge, while lying down.
This Fighter, in particular, was wearing a vest of sorts with many pockets sewn into it.
He had a long mane of hair which flew behind him when he leaped toward the King, and in the air, he skillfully took out 2 trinkets which enlarged into weapons.
