Hex listened to the rules and requirements to pass the upcoming round. It was quite amusing, if he was honest.
Two teams, each with five people –the leader wasn't counted – would compete against each other, and the first one to capture the opponent's leader would win.
"What the fuck," Sterling cursed amidst the soft chuckle around him, as his team watched him with a teasing gaze. "I am not allowed to fight?"
"That's right," Hex said. "You will be the princess, locked up in her ivory tower."
His remark hit the spot. The group, including the twins, doubled in laughter, while Sterling eyed him sourly.
That was indeed the rule. Perhaps the merchants hated to see their beloved heirs getting injured or disfigured and demanded such a clause. A two-story tower would be placed in a field at opposing ends. The five had to defend and capture the opponent. The tower itself would have enchantments that would attack intruders and defend from area or aerial attacks.
