Fine. I’ll do it Myself      

"STOP!"

A booming voice cut through the tension as a squad of Elven Guards arrived, their silver armor gleaming under the sun.

"Fighting within city limits or its outskirts is strictly prohibited," the lead guard declared. "Since this is your first offense and it occurred just outside Eldrasil, you'll be let off with a warning. However, should this happen again, both groups will be fined 10,000 gold points and possibly barred from entering the competition."

Both sides immediately cooled down at the mention of such severe punishment. Ironfist's fury still simmered, but he bit his tongue as Nightshade, the leader of Veilborne, stepped forward with a smooth smile, raising his hands in a mock gesture of peace.

"We were just having a little fun," Nightshade said, voice dripping with false charm. "Right, guys?"