"Give me the arrows, I'm out. I can't be weaker than those Night Watchers."
An elf said to his teammate, though he was already dazed. The elf resting looked at his compatriot.
Seeing the condition of his compatriot, he decisively shook his head.
"You need to rest, don't force it."
As for competing with the Night Watchers, it was simply wishful thinking, but he didn't say it out loud, because now wasn't the time to provoke the other.
"Give them to me, I am an accepted son of the Radiant Life, I can still fight!"
As he spoke, he forcibly snatched the quiver from his compatriot's hand.
He just hung it on his waist and once again drew his bow and shot arrows.
"You need to rest." At some point, George had arrived by his side, looking at the elf and saying.
"Shut up, human, I can still fight!"
The elf said fiercely, then ignored George entirely, continuing to draw his bow and fight.
George frowned, carefully observing the elf.
Without hesitation, he threw a punch.
