"Hey... Did I hear that? Why does this guy have such a low Rating? I mean, even Nameless' first opponent had a much higher Rating." One of the spectators muttered with a dazed look.
"Something's not right here... I don't believe Vincenz doesn't have a plan because his sly smirk alone gives me the impression that he knows how to take over the world." His buddy muttered.
"I agree. We'll just have to watch. I'm sure there's a reason why this Elf has such a low Rating. Not all strong warriors fight here, for some, it's a waste of time."
Whoooooooosh.
Axel jumped into the arena as his white hair fluttered in the wind. He had pale skin and unusual black eyes for an Elf, and his athletic body was clad in matching, light green armor that should not have restrained his movements.
"Looks like you're a swordsman. Well, try to make at least one swing before my palm pierces you." Axel said in an ice-cold voice since streams of wind appeared beside him.
