Daric stood up after the Orc brutally butchered the Nord that had almost gave Daric his end a few moments before. He watched as the carnage unfolded, soon the yellow team was down to one member. A young, Wood Elf. Quite a diverse team to say the least. The Elf pranced about, dodging to and fro whilst holding two daggers. Daric made his way over to the Elf at a quick pace, the half sword in hand. He began a chase on the Elf which promptly ended when Daric sent a bolt of lightning into the Elf's leg. Sending him tumbling to the ground. Daric stood over him before stabbing what was left of his sword into the Elf's narrow face. Ending his short existance. He turned and looked to the rest of the group, picking up the daggers from the floor.