"Alright, this should be fun," Smirked Colt, stretching his arms out as he stepped onto the arena.
His opponent, the Elf who'd bumped into him during the banquet and caused the commotion that led to these duels, took his place at the other end of the arena, eyeing Colt with a grimace.
He had long, wavy golden blonde hair that went down past his shoulders and framed his face, sparkly blue eyes, a fair complexion, and he was quite tall, with a strong, agile build. He held a spear in his right hand, with a straight, narrow blade.
"I'll be sure to wipe that cocky look off your face, human," He remarked, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Heh, we'll see about that, pretty boy. I must say, I'm flattered. You've done your hair up all fancy, just for me," Taunted Colt in response.
