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[quote][color=gray]Whenever he was faced with magic he was sure to taunt them, asserting that using magic was a clear sign that they could handle whatever he threw at them.[/color][/quote]
[color=69D7CC]“Never mind that.”[/color] He remarked as his brows narrowed and a smirk rose upon his lips, [color=69D7CC]“You tarry with magic? Interesting. That must mean you have quite the skill. That’s good. I was hoping for a good warm up.”[/color]

The loud ‘shnk’ of his sword being drawn from its sheath could be heard across the arena–a beautiful steel blade with a hilt of gold and cobalt, with soft engravings upon its metal. It wasn’t the fanciest looking sword in a noble’s hand, but it certainly wasn’t the most unremarkable. Many others had to use dulled blades or wooden practice swords to show their skill and it became evident Eli would not use either. It was then that he swung a few practice swings, before ultimately extending his aura from himself to the sword, ensuring that if a blade struck someone it would not cut through their flesh and bone, but strike with a smattering thud of a wooden club or practice sword.

[color=69D7CC]“Frankly, I was getting bored waiting all morning for some action.”[/color]

It was then that the signal was called forth and his opponent moved on him. He laughed as he begin to show everyone how good his footwork and perception was. It got his blood running, though he did not swing for the white-haired opponent once. He was seeing how they fought first. To see their movements. 

Honestly, as the minutes langured on, he was not impressed.

[color=69D7CC]“Your form is sloppy.”

“Your footing needs work.”

“You’re all impulse. Think about your strikes.”

“Is this your first duel?”[/color]

The remarks came from his mouth like a ballista as he seemed to dodge their attacks without any real effort. It must've felt [i]infuriating.[/i]