Most of the crowd burst out in laughter while a small minority roared Jhaan’s name encouragingly.

Jhaan entered the pit with a two-handed sword. Jhaan had won every fight he had ever been in through force and superior strength. Ruven doubted he would lose in a fight against the elf. For close-range combat, few could match him. All it took was quick feet and precision to take on a brute like Jhaan.

Darfin unsheathed his curved one-handed sword and dagger. Everyone knew that if Darfin cut you with the dagger, he would inevitably win the match. Their leader had met an elf who specialized in crafting medicinal remedies and concocting poisons long ago. He used them to take over the tribe and offered them a carefree life in exchange.

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