Nova watched as Ishmael dispatched his Drow opponent with ease but that did not stop her drow elf from running past him and going straight for her. She moved her pike and aimed it in his direction waiting for him to get near. She jabbed forward but the drow side stepped and with a flick of his wrist slapped staff aside with his scimitar bringing his other across to slash at her. She whispered in elvish and her skin turned to solid stone so that when the blade of the scimitar came down at her neck it snapped. As the broken piece of dark elven steel flew into the air she rose her hand up to grab it and spun slamming its sharp pointed edge into the drow's arm. She wanted to go for his neck but he rose his arm up sacrificing it rather then his neck. He then punched with his other arm still holding a perfect scimitar and cast his own spell on her. Harmless fire called "Faerie Fire" However she did enough research on their underground cousins to know that it is but a illusion. She dropped her pike for a second grabbed the color of his dark chain shirt and pulled forward as her head slammed forward breaking the drow elf's nose. As he was stunned she then sent a much more stronger frost touch down her arms and through her hands freezing him solid. After that she kicked up her pike and swung its hard metal surface that ended in a ball at its end into him causing serious wounds to his side. She could see from the blood oozing out that she must of split a few veins maybe a artery. That did not stop her as she removed one hand from her pike and aimed releasing a icicle spear into his chest piercing his heart and killing him. She did the humane thing... she could have let him bleed internally as the frost defrosted which would have widened his wounds and most likely killed him. Mercy killing, something beyond a drow's thinking... well Most drow anyways. She instantly thought of Cassandra and found her eyes trailing over to the dark elf. It was kind of funny,... here they were fighting beside a drow elf, fighting drow elves.
Erandur, with his elven long blade drawn saw his opponent coming right for him. The drow's dual expertise with scimitars would prove to be a problem, He did not know how good it would do against his elven armor but the problem was that the drow could see that his armor did not cover him completely like it did De's or Ishmael's. He had to improvise and decided it best to not charge ahead but to simply wait for the drow's attack. That way he could move his sword and armored areas into play as his defense. The drow came in and swung with its swords. As predicted the drow attacked at his sides swinging his blades towards him. He brought his to the side to block the left and then spun so the plates on his back caught the other blade her then slammed his shoulder into the drow to knock his underground cousin back but not completely to the ground. This gave Erandur the attack of opportunity by turning his blade around and he made full circle and swinging it up. The long curved blade of the elven sword struck from the drow's right side up to the drow's left shoulder collapsing his lung and failing a bunch of other organs killing the drow elf. Erandur's blade would not have normally cut through the chain shirt but because of Corellan's blessings upon the steel it was able to do it.
Elendil chose wisely for his first attack which would end the drow rather quickly. With a thought he cast a spell which began to warp the ground underneath the drow making his opponent stumble a bit. He then rose his bow up and aimed for one of the scimitars and fitted a arrow and tapped its point. When he released it the arrow became a bolt of lightning which treated the scimitar as a conductor and flowed through the drow cooking him from the inside out and stopping the drow's heart. When he saw it fall to the ground he tapped his foot so the floor underneath the drow would stop moving. He snorted at the drow's attempt to over power them. These must not be all that skilled which made him wonder if the drow had much more experienced soldiers and if they did. They could expect more, the snipers were the most cunning and more improvised then these bunch. That was his opinion though, for he was a archer himself so he respected most bowmen whether they are enemies or not.