The heavy doors of the training hall groaned open, spilling golden light onto the stone floor. Dust drifted in the air, stirred by the faint hum of demonic energy that clung to the walls like smoke. This hall had seen centuries of blood, training, and triumph, but never a duel like this.
Roxanne stepped in first, her boots clicking in steady rhythm, her long black-and-gold coat flowing behind her. The insignia of House Borgia gleamed on her chest, a phoenix wrapped around a sword. Her face is unreadable, her crimson eyes steady, and her aura restrained but electric beneath her skin.
Vivianne walks slowly behind her, and she then sits at the chair on the edge of the stage. Taking Roxanne's long coat, she saw her wife step onto the stage. She then made sure to cover the stage with layers of barrier so that whatever happened inside was not going to make a mess or hurt the others outside the fight.
