[Rob-hin]

The half-elf was something else!
His fighting technique resembled the style of a dancer; as if he were dancing with his opponents. It was unlike Ambron had ever seen before.

After narrowly escaping from a swing of the big fighter’s sword, the half-elf was back on his feet.

He had his opponent bested in every way; if Ambron was right about this guy, the greatest danger seemed to lurk from within. Ambron had watched him closely; he noticed an absent look on the face of this skilled warrior. It was the reason of his mistake earlier.

This judgement had formed in Ambron’s mind in a few seconds. Then a new attack on the half-elf drew his attention.

This should be interesting…

The barbarian took a swing with his sword. In his rage, he hardly knew what to aim for. The half-elf easily evaded the strike by leaning back; he knew now that he could take this man on in a heartbeat.

Frustrated by his lost attack, the barbarian now handled his weapon with two hands. Holding it high above his head he went in for one ‘all or nothing’ attack. His blood red eyes focused purely on this irritating ‘little’ half-elf.

His blade came flashing down; but suddenly all energy and fears ness fell off of his attack.
The long thin blade of the katana pointed out of the man’s back, painted red with blood. His eyes were wide open, totally surprised and unsure about what had happened. As the big ox fell forward; the half-elf quickly pulled out his sword and stepped aside.
A loud crash was heard as the man fell on the ground, dead.