Akin to a butterfly being trapped in its net, Elliot Primrose was captured by the newcomer with his very own cloak. Or perhaps the better term was being crushed by a grizzly bear in its arms, it didn't appear to be that way when he had seen the somewhat lanky man as his opponent but his captor squeezed him tightly that he found it hard to breathe.
They could have opted to break free via another [ Flame ] Spell but his own cloak was resistant to fire damage, the young man sighed and dispelled his [ Invisibility ] spell. Squirming out of his own cloak, he sighed for a moment and then uttered the words of defeat, "I give up."
And he was quickly released.
He reached for his cloak and quickly wore it back across his shoulders and stared at his winning opponent. They were someone from a village that was supposedly in a backwater place and ought to have a deficient [ Class ] and [ Level ]. Han.
It was an odd name.
