Dalhar stood in the center of the arena. His glaive was materialized in his right hand, and his left hand held one of his scimitars. He grinned maniacally, and looked around at the warriors. "Any of you feel up to taking on a Barbazu-blessed Drow? Or are you all COWARDS?!" he said, this last bellowed for the entire arena to hear. He didn't care who he offended, he just wanted a challenge for once.

He looked around the circle, his golden eyes sweeping over the assembled warriors. "No one? Not one of you will step forward to take me on? Pathetic," he spat, glowering at the lot of them. "Well, if none of you will challenge me, then I am afraid I have wasted my time," he said with a grin. "Cowards, all of you."

Kyrus stepped forward to face Dalhar "Don't be so quick to assume their are no challengers," he said with his elven accent ringing clear in his voice. His pointed ears could be seen beneath his hair and the light of the High Elves shone in his eyes. He drew his sword and faced the Drow before him "Oh a Drow opponent? Should be an interesting fight if your up for it," he said and got into his fighting stance.

Dalhar licked his lips. "Well, well, well. This should be an interesting fight," he said, slamming the scimitar back into its sheath and facing off. "A High Elf versus a Drow. How ironic, considering even the SURFACE Drow are persecuted by your kind, he growled, bringing the glaive down to point straight at his opponent. "Let us match the power of Barbazu and Drow against that of the High Elves," he said with a grin.

He stepped forward, and the glaive went low to the ground. "Are you ready, High One?" he said, employing the mocking name that the Drow used for the Sun Elves.

Kyrus faced Dalhar, he recognised the insult but did not react to it "Of course Drow," he said and pointed his own sword to face his opponent "enough talk let us begin." He leapt at Dalhar, slashing down at him in a powerful, thrusting blow. The High Elves did not take kindly to insults, especially ones from Drow. Kyrus did not know the reason why but his kind and the Drow had always been enemies even to this day. He promised himself that he would not lose, especially not to a Drow.

Dalhar grinned at the Sun Elf's rather straight forward assault. He backflipped away from the strike, the glaive disappearing into thin air as his scimitars rang from their sheaths. "Now then. Shall we do this my way?" he said, lunging forward, one blade coming down to bat the High One's blade downward, and the other coming up, hopefully to knock the sword flying. There was a manic gleam in his eyes, and a devious grin on his lips. H did not intend to lose this fight either, and that much he would be sure of.