When this deputy head brandished a giant club as a weapon, Durin then realized—this kid was a half-blood of Giants and Elves.
"I really feel like ranting, Durin, seriously, after studying biology so much, I just can't stand these messy half-bloods."
You'll have to bear it, his presence before us is the proof of love.
While Durin was complaining to Big Orange, he slapped himself with a blessing—strength might not be enough, so speed couldn't be neglected.
With the whistle blowing, the Half-Elf charged at Durin with the club in hand, sweeping it with a whoosh.
Durin ducked under the sweeping club—at one ninety-five he was too tall, which gave Durin plenty of room to manoeuvre.
Turning to avoid his kick, Durin had already circled behind him.
But this Half-Elf, though tall, was also agile; he used the giant club to support himself on the ground, flipping over to avoid Durin's attack on his calf.
