Galad snorted and shook his head. "Typical." There were reasons why pureblooded elves didn't trust or even like humans. Disloyalty, especially to their own kind, was one of them.
The boy's jab was caught in Galad's palm and he stepped into the blow, fingers curling around Tanek's fist as he arrested the forward momentum and reversed it. With a hand coming forward to keep Tanek's arm straight, Galad hit Tanek in the chest and in the same motion, checked his feet by blocking a backwards step with his own. It was a move that took a bit of strength, which elves had in spades, and would end with Tanek once again on his back, Galad kneeling on the mat beside him.
The elf smiled and circled Tanek's wrist with his thumb and forefinger, twisting his arm with enough pressure and force on points to flip him over and pin him down face first instead. "You're like a toy."