A thin strip of ivory seemed to appear in the shadows of the room, followed by an ebony face and then the rest of the Dark Elf's body, black clothing and blackened armour. Rildia Devirr enacted an elaborate leg bow to the avatar, and like the others he had just watched from the shadows, pledged his allegience.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose I'll defend you if it means I get to enjoy the odd skirmish with those curious basterds."<br/><br/>He had no set of destructive lackeys, like the giant armoured warrior, nor was he especially easy on the eyes like the vampires or deamons that were also preasent. What he could do was move quickly and quietly, and stalk prey for days on end without getting bored. When the time came for steel, he was no mean user of the sabre he carried, and paired it with his bowie knife with great success.<br/><br/>Oh, and he could see in the ultraviolet spectrum where very few creatures that were not deamonic or vampiric in nature could not, and throw a sphere of pure dark. Little things like that.<br/><br/>Seeing very little point to sticking around the angry bunch, he spun on a heel and made his way down the corridor which led to the gymnasium. He dedicated a couple of hour each day to weapons practice when he could, and this was a chance to have a look at where it seemed he would be spending much of his time.