That Drunken Brawl That Went Down To History (4)

Contrary to the overwhelming pressure emitting from the four strongest figures among the moon elves. Their behavior towards each other remained good and casual.

"The mechanics are simple, everyone. It's a three versus one brawl," Luis pointed at Nicol, Legland and Feren each time he spoke the words, "You, you and you."

"Makes up the three people mentioned. Let's just say that you guys are the blue corner. Meanwhile, the lone participant in the red corner is, of course, starred by yours truly. The goal was to disarm or incapacitate the opponents."

Luis waved around the two short wooden sticks that he was holding in his both hands.

His three subordinates are encircling around him; left, right and front. Behind him was the blue Woodrill Lake, looking confident despite the seemingly cornered position he was in.

"Understood?"

"Understood, My Lord."