Elren smirked for a brief moment. He had successfully placed himself under the guise of conceding. Arms above his head still, he waited. It was tiring, but necessary. His opponent had seemingly gotten over their conflicted feelings. This proved true for Elren also, although for different reasons. The opponent held their dagger toward the white-haired boy. This was fine. It was something Elren believed he could avoid in order to get off a single strike. His opponent was approaching, and Elren waited for the perfect moment to strike. The white-haired boy glanced to his own dagger, behind him. He judged the distance again. It was out of nervousness really. Failure would present undesirable consequences, afterall.

The boy lunged forward at his opponent, aiming a punch towards the man's face - more specifically his nose, with the intent to disable him. Incapacitation would be the first step to Elren's plan.