An odd elf

The streets I was walking through seemed empty. I don't know why but I had a weird feeling around my back, someone was surely watching over me. Even though I am a demon, someone still seems to be interested in what is going on with me. Either the man of the Galamora or someone else, maybe even something else… I am very strong, but I still lost that fight. He didn't even use darkness and I used everything I could. My fighting style, all my maneuvers, whereas, he just did things without much consideration. I think he wasn't even serious when we fought. It just shows that even though I have strength, there are still things I have to work on. Especially the experience gained from consecutive fighting.