Match Seven was my Turn.
"Competitor forty-seven, Hadeon Ravana!"
I stood, rolling my shoulders. Damian had helped me into light combat armor that was enchanted by Marcus, flexible enough for movement but reinforced at vital points. My sword hung at my side, shadow crystal in my pocket and mergency healing potion strapped to my belt.
I was as ready as I'd ever be.
The fighting pit was twenty meters across, it was made of carved stone floor, with walls rising three meters before the first row of seats. No environmental features here and no cover.
Just two fighters and open space.
My opponent was already waiting. "K. Shadowmere" turned out to be a young man, maybe nineteen, with dark hair and darker eyes. He wore academy robes but carried twin daggers that marked him as an assassin-type fighter.
"Hadeon Ravana," he said as I entered. "The famous criminal."
"Just Hadeon is fine."
