When Mavreth finished his speech, he pulled Michelle back into the building. "Why did you challenge them to kill me?" she asked with a frown.
Mavreth glanced at her and shrugged. "The array under the platform will prevent your death the first time you receive a fatal strike. But not the second, so make sure to win."
Michelle sighed and went toward the platform. She had promised to fight, so she wouldn't back down.
Stepping onto the platform, she felt everyone's gazes on her. They were clearly confused as to why Mavreth wanted them to kill someone so much weaker than them. It caused hesitation.
But the offer Mavreth made was too good for them to refuse. After a while, a tall man stepped up, holding a flail—a spiky ball attached to a chain.
"I'm sorry, little girl. But you have to die!" The man clearly wasn't the least bit apologetic as he lifted the flail's chain.
