"Ssshh~"
Elrond drew the blade hanging at his waist, the scrape of steel on scabbard ringing out pleasantly.
After drawing his blade, Elrond made an inviting gesture toward Lann.
The Demon Hunter answered the invitation and drew the Lady of the Lake's Sword.
The two of them approached each other cautiously, eyes locked, fully focused.
"Gandalf, Radagast and I have been acquainted for many years."
Elrond, however, seemed much more at ease, even able to make small talk in the middle of this.
"I know them well, but I don't know you that well yet, Yadanisil."
"Perhaps we could deepen that understanding a little."
"Of course. That's a good idea."
Lann smiled and, out of courtesy and respect for his host, he was the first to step forward, entering Elrond's attack range.
"Swish!"
The sound of a keen edge slicing the air, light as a leaf drifting down from a withered branch!
That was a completely different sound from Lann's usual blade.
That was Elrond's blade!
