Every strike tested more than skill—it tested resolve.
The arena referee stepped forward. Elder wolf. Neutral party. Voice carrying across the silence that pressed down like a physical weight.
"Standard duel rules. Combat continues until submission, incapacitation, or referee intervention. Killing blows forbidden. Intentional maiming results in immediate disqualification and criminal charges. Acknowledged?"
"Acknowledged," I said, my voice steadier than my racing heart.
"Acknowledged," Kara echoed, her tone flat and professional.
"Begin."
Kara moved first. Testing. Probing. Fast strike aimed at assessing my reaction time. Her footwork was silent on the arena mat, practiced and precise.
I deflected. Let her measure speed without revealing full capability. Classic opening. Learn your opponent before committing. The impact of contact sent a vibration up my arm.
