The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sparring ring, the dirt-packed ground littered with footprints from previous matches. Selina rolled her shoulders, wincing at the dull ache radiating from her ribs. Bruises from the last mission still throbbed beneath her skin, but she refused to show weakness. Not here.
The rogues had gathered around, their faces a mix of interest and amusement. Some leaned against trees, arms crossed, whispering among themselves. Others stood with anticipation gleaming in their eyes, eager to see if this would finally be the fight that broke her.
Selina had fought before. She had won before.
But today felt different.
A low tension crackled in the air, like the camp itself was holding its breath.
Her opponent, Garret, was already in the ring, rollin
