One moment, a magical carpet ride. The next moment, an arena. Elren quickly assessed his surroundings. A decently sized blade beside him and one beside his opponent. He examined his opponent, he had failed to pay attention to this one during the carpet ride; a male who was both taller than Elren, and significantly more well-dressed than any of the other riff-raff that were on the magical carpet ride. 

Except for SharkMan, maybe.

Elren knew that he was not skilled with most bladed weapons regardless of what they were, and he was never really inclined to fight anyone anyway - let alone fight someone in duel conditions. He also had to take into condition his first impressions here. Losing the fight would likely maintain the idea that he was weaker, less dangerous and would also probably help to secure the idea that he was friendly, but it would be painful and morbid; he'd die (again), after all. On the other hand, he could try his hand at an underhanded tactic, but doing so would likely make his opponent view him badly, but it did mean that he would have a chance at victory. Elren decided on the latter option - he didn't want to die (again). After all, it would just be a spur-of-the-moment-panic-into-subsequent-devious-plan-to-beat-someone-through-unfair-and-dishonest-means. 

He'd simply hit the guy over the head when he let his guard down, run over to the knife and get a few stabs in - seemed simple enough. Or it could go terribly wrong and Elren would die a horrible death. Worth a try though.

[color=SlateBlue]"Well."[/color] Elren said, standing up.

[color=SlateBlue]"It seems as though I've found myself at a bit of an impasse. Never been one for fighting, really."[/color] 

He began to approach the centre of the arena, hands above his head, almost as if he was being searched.

[color=SlateBlue]"I'll let you have this - I'd lose anyway."[/color]