Standing in an arena, stripped of his weapons and being given foam ones instead was the last thing Richter saw himself doing that day.
But Aster was pushing Richter to do more than just keep himself cooped up in the university’s library, eagerly doing what he could for the half-elf to pick up any other sort of hobby. With all the festivities going on currently, he supposed it wasn’t strange to end up in the midst of them, but.. how on earth had he let Aster talk him into this, of all things? Richter felt absolutely ridiculous, proven by the sour expression plastered upon his features.
However, a look of interest seemed to come forth once his opponent revealed themselves; and although he did not recognize the man before him personally, it was easy to see that he was still familiar in a way.
“.. hmph. Pitting two half-elves against one another-- I’m not sure if I should laugh or be irritated at the coincidence.”
“Nevertheless, our shared heritage will not make me go easier on you. Let’s get this over with.”
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