"AUGUSTUS the Warlock! Versus, Hafrun the Elf! We will finally see two enchanters fighting in the arena one-on-one!" Shamone's voice echoed through the flavium of arcaneblade.
Hafrun eyed Augustus with a steely gaze, her thoughts racing. 'Augustus the warlock, huh. Although he can manipulate amnis without drawing, in the end, he's just a quicker-lived human. We, who live longer and study amnis for centuries, cannot be weaker than him!'
As Augustus caught sight of Hafrun, he exclaimed, "Wow! It's an elf! Her ears are really long and pointed."
"Don't address us like that, quicker-lived, and stopped staring at my ears!" Hafrun snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.
Augustus' eyes widened in surprise, but then he burst into laughter, "AHAHAHA! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! It's true what the sisters say, elves look down on humans."
Hafrun's expression turned even more contemptuous, "I don't just look down on humans, but the entire short-lived race."
