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Her hair was braided back, her eyes stormy with promise.
Toran stood opposite her, shirtless, his torso a canvas of scars and tattoos. His muscles flexed with each breath, his aura radiating dominance.
The Elder raised his hand. “This is a challenge by combat. No weapons. No magic. Only strength and will. The fight ends when one yields—or cannot stand.”
Luna’s gaze never left Toran. She rolled her shoulders, ready.
The Elder dropped his hand. “Begin.”
Toran lunged first, fast for a man his size. Luna sidestepped, barely, but his fist grazed her ribs. She retaliated with a swift kick to his thigh, sharp and precise.
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