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Kalos's face darkened with rage for a moment, then seemed to restrain itself. He slipped his hand into a strange curved sheath, and stepped forward so that they were only a foot apart. "Don't group me in with the rest of that pathetic race, elf. I'm no human. If its a fight you're looking for, speak up, so your death may come quick." He then turned to Rilr as he approached. "I'm afraid I do. I advise you to stand back, because you might get splattered by the gore of your friend as I rip him apart," Kalos said quickly, pulling two weapons out of sheaths, both amethyst sickles that seemed to possess an unhealthy aura. "By the way, elf, I kill you not because your race, it is simply that you seem more human than elf. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were raised by humans!" Kalos smiled cruelly, meaning the statement as a great insult.