"Huh?"
The elves inside the temple already knew something strange was happening outside after one of them went missing while patrolling. Still, they never expected the enemy to be right before them!
"Enemy! Prepare for battle!"
It was surprising how fast those elves entered a battle formation, none of which mattered because Arthur was there to fight to kill!
He moved his hand, and the crimson-red spear in the elf's torso flew back to him. Arthur looked back to the corridor where he came from, and all the rank-one mages were moving toward him, blocking his escape — not that he would need an escaping route. It was them who should be running away from him!
"The real fight is against the rank two mages, but I cannot let the others get in my way," thought Arthur.
There was no way the rank one mages would threaten him, but blocking their attacks while fighting against the rank two mages would be annoying, so Arthur wanted to deal with them as fast as he could.