The Elf
The man with long, black hair breathed out as he ran his hand through his tufts, "We're wasting our time with petty criminals? I say we just cut them down here."
"Oh yeah? Try me," Jett stepped up.
Raising his arm, Nero blocked the two men from antagonizing one another any further, "Enough, Tristan. They want a trial by combat, and they will get one. It makes no difference."
"It'll be a landslide victory anyway," the petite paladin taunted, flipping her hair.
"As if," Cynthia said, getting right up in the scarlet-armored girl's face.
"Oh? The flat-chested girl has something to say?" Melissa taunted with a smirk.
Cynthia's eyes looked as if they were seeing only red, "What was that?! You're not any bustier yourself, runt!"
"Runt?!" Melissa yelled in return.