Leif’s eyes blazed orange as he stepped into the makeshift ring. Stephen was at its center, waiting sullenly. As he saw Leif’s eyes alight, his anger erupted. Stephen couldn’t make the Righ pay right now, but he could make this young punk pay for what was happening here today. Stephen’s eyes were filled with a bright crimson as he realized he would have the chance at some sort of recompense.
“Gentleman, I believe you know the rules of a trial by combat. Only one of you will be leaving that ring. While death isn’t the object of this contest, it is permitted. The winner will be chosen by their ability to render their opponent unconscious or, in the more unlikely event, the one who is alive at the close. There is no time limit, and you may fight in any manner that you see fit. The fight is b
