"That's right!" Varis shouted out. "She's the drow with the morally screwed compass!" As he finished his shouting, he drew his short sword with his right hand with his left hand inching just a few millimeters away from the pommel of his dagger. His "father" had always told Varis that he should fight with two blades rather than one, teaching, training, and drilling the fighting form into Varis' head. However, as the years went by, Varis developed his own way of fighting which involved quickly drawing the dagger if need be to parry a blow and strike back with his short sword. 

As a gnoll rushed towards him, greatsword in its hand, he knew he wouldn't be able to block a greatsword's strike with his measly dagger, but Varis stayed calm, slowly circling around the gnoll as it had its greatsword in both of its hand, questioning what Varis was doing as he continually circled the gnoll. This went on for a few seconds before the gnoll charged once more towards Varis, holding its greatsword over its head before swinging down towards the half-elf, coming down on him quickly.

But Varis was quicker. He was faster, and after years of mercilessly assassinating people in the dark of night, his eyes had adapted to the dark. Without even so much as hesitating, he took out his dagger, raising it up towards the greatsword while taking sidestepping towards his right. As the two steel blades met each other, bright sparks flew into the air as the tip of the great sword hit the ground, the gnome's eyes widening as he realized where Varis was. 

With his short sword, Varis quickly stuck it into the gnome's head, leaving it in for a few seconds before taking it out and kicking the dead gnoll to the ground.