All the battered elves sat at a safe distance, watching the two fighters as they stood at a respectable distance away from each other.
As they watched them, the elves began to discuss amongst themselves.
— Who do you think is going to win?
— That is Lady Estelle isn't it? I hear she's second only to Lady Artie.
— Who cares? I'm just happy I can rest…
— What do you guys think all those large rocks are for—
"Be quiet for God's sake you pack of gossips, I'm trying to watch the match!" Yen barked, glaring at the group.
"Young miss, don't you know we are many times you Elder—eh?"
One of the elves was turning around to reprove her, only to see the wyvern watching him intently.
"Uhum…" he cleared his throat, redirecting his attention to the match.
"A battle is best enjoyed in silence, haha…" he chuckled nervously.
"Hryuuuuu…" Tiny huffed in a low tone as though to say. (That's what I thought.)
Meanwhile, on the battlefield Eliron stared at Estelle and frowned.
