Filii unsheathes his pitch black blade half way, any bit of light around reflecting radiantly off of it.

"...and this blade was forged to fillet, massacre, and butcher any creature... even elves" 
Filii chuckles a bit and re-sheathes his sword
He looks at Vencross and says sarcastically
"Quite the timid one, aren't we...? This is all just in good sport, my dear friend."

Filii knows he can not fight both Fenris and Vencross... for he is sure he underestimates the power of this elf... and he knows Vencross alone could possibly defeat him... 

But the taunting and emotion fulfill his evil thirst