Broken by One, Desired by All
Fuck all of them.
The head instructor, some brute with a voice like gravel and a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward, his boots thudding against the stone. “Duel rules are simple,” he barked, his gaze sweeping over us like we were nothing. “No lethal force. No forbidden magics. Yield to the instructor’s call and to target sigils.. step beyond, and you forfeit.”
He paused, his lips curling into something that wasn’t a smile. “This stage tests one-on-one skill, control, and will. Pairings will be announced.”