She was raised an elf. She outgrew that.

White silk, white wings, grey eyes looking down at you as if the match is already a formality.

Seralith of the High Judgment does not come to the arena to prove she belongs among other races. She comes to measure them.

The fight starts with her voice and a celestial bow. Courtesy lasts as long as her patience.

Liked the fight? The rest of the Arena is in the catalog.