The more Eldrian fought in the individual matches, the more he came to learn how lackluster his skills seemed. While he didn't lose all that many matches, it was often not easy for him to win. Sure it was better than when he fought Vivian, but Eldrian really hadn't thought there would be so many talented spearmen.
He also came to realize that stats seemed to be equalized in these matches, he had never found himself faster or stronger than another. Nor had the opposite happened to him. It was truly just a match of skill, which made them all the more fun, and difficult. His bonus 15 attributes across, from his hidden class not helping at all.
"Oh, what type of elf are you?" Asked his current opponent, a female moon elf. Her hair a light silver like the light of the moon, and her clothing matching it too. Silky robes flowing down her figure. She did not seem dressed for combat, but Eldrain ignored this to the best of his ability.
