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Everything had happened so fast. The argument had escalated at an alarming rate, moving quickly into the street. Elric hadn't had time to unleash his kris, though his hand rested only next to it if he needed to do so. Then, as the people circled around him, eagerly wanting to see a fight, he felt oddly alone and eager himself, to prove himself to someone, anyone.
But before a fist was thrown, Elric found himself standing next to the dark elf he had seen across the street. And what was this? He was offering his help? "Rogues to the end," he thought, a self-written rallying cry.
"Sure," he said to the dark elf, placing his right palm on the hilt of his kris. "Which one you want?"
Elric wasn't much of a proven fighter, but his passion would hopefully be enough to propel him to the top this darkening. At least it better be, or he was in trouble.
"I don't give a monkey's butt who the slop this darky friend of yours is, I'm gonna kick your ass into next cycle!" the taller of the two men shouted at Elric, the veins in his neck looking to pop out from under his skin.
Suddenly, the shorter of the two men bolted forward toward Kalenel, his right hand cocking back to punch the dark elf in the face. As he did so, the larger of the two men watched his buddy propel forward, then he looked to Elric and readied his fists as well.
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