"Ohh... so you want to make this a real battle?" Ethan smirked. "And what happens if I refuse? Will you injure me? Kill me? Lock me up or send me away? You can only pick one."
The guards and the female mage had already stepped far back.
The two of them stood alone now—outside her training hall, surrounded only by grass and ornamental decorations. No other buildings or distractions.
"Why would I want to kill you?" the Queen replied, tilting her head. "I could injure you. Or force you to fight in... other ways. You must think less of me, the way you're talking—but honestly, I like it."
"You like it, because no one self can speak to you casually, and you know what... let's fight, of you hold back against me I'll know, and I'll hold back too" Ethan spoke.
The Queen raised a brow. "What makes you think I wouldn't hold back? This isn't a spatial room. Anything I do here could cause real damage."
"You do think you can injure me, let's give a rule to declare the winner" Ethan said.
