"It is the challenge of blood, Michael!" Mila squeaked. "It is an honor duel to the death! Fighting! You could be killed!"
"Then get a coffin ready for Emiel," the Sergeant mused.
"I look forward to tearing out your insides." Emiel chuckled.
"Michael!" Mila panicked.
"Enough, tracker!" Sayn thundered. "He accept the challenge. Honor bind him to it."
"If we must degrade ourselves to feral ways," Teak again interrupted. "Then will we set rules? Terms for victory? We have agreed before to adopt new ways, allow us to uphold them."
"Lady Teak... is right," Misn announced. "Emiel, you issued the challenge... state your terms."
The caged warrior was still trading glares with his human counterpart as he said, "I win, I go free. No punishment for this morning."
Michael immediately glanced b
