He smirked at his rival, and dismissed the spiked chain with a flick of his wrist. He then slammed his fists together, as his next weapon warped in. Arm armor that extended to the shoulder. It had no spikes, nothing that looked like it was weaponized, but it gleamed of mithyral. It had been enchanted for speed and to allow full freedom of movement, while still being as protective as one could want from what was essentially plate armor. He smirked at his friend again, before moving to a guard position, letting Elwyrr come to him.