Finished

Bold words from the Half-elf had not helped him in the end and Theo reveled over another triumph. A final, albiet stumbling, charge marked the end of the fight, but as Theo waited for the pitiful attack, he felt a wave of magic hit him, the his body began to feel cold.
"Of course, when your kind loses a battle, they can't go out honorably. Well, here's a secret, your magic has weakened effects on me."
Before Garand made it to attack, Theo lept back as a third contender entered the fray.
Dark elf. It was evident not only from her physical features, but the darkness she had surrounded herself in.
Taking the pause to catch his breath, Theo looked to the sky.
"Ha, your shadows should be all you can do elf. Your kind doesn't last long in the sun if I recall."
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Erik felt his resolve in the standoff wavering, with control over himself returning, his emotions came back as well.
His anger was not so easily dissolved however, the intolerance humans had grown towards those trapped here with them, the brutality unleashed upon any not like them.
He was far from standing down, the final bit of the unusual magic that revived him spurring his bloodlust.
With all of his might, Erik smashed his hammer into the ground, then stood and glared at the sisters.
"Only allow us to gather those not presently here, then we will surrender."
Dyvia caught his eye with a look of confusion, wondering what in Hel was happening. The grim look in the Jotuns eye made her skin crawl.
The sound of his strike echoed through the area, the only noise being that of a distant fight. One of the Sisters glared at the giant before shoving her captive forward a step.
"Five minutes, if there is no one here by that time, we start killing the dwarves."