The Rejected Luna's Arcane Vengeance
Behind him, Beta Brandon and thirty Bloodmoon soldiers cheered loudly.
Mediator Corvin stood between the three black pillars, holding two long, matching steel broadswords in his hands.
"Welcome to the neutral crags of Aethelgard," Corvin called out, his voice carrying easily over the cold wind. "By decree of the Lycan High Council, this Duel of Honor will settle all charges of treason and claims of custody over the female, Sierra. You will fight using mortal steel alone until one combatant yields or dies."
Logan took his broadsword from Corvin, swinging it through the air with a loud whoosh. He looked across the ring at Cassian and let out a cold, mocking laugh.