I was done playing nice for the sake of a futile hope. I stood, leaving Acubens flopping limp on the bench, and spat blood at Arcturus’s feet. “I accept.” Arcturus nodded briskly. “As the challenged party, you may choose the date, time, location, and format of the duel. Inform me of your decision by tomorrow.” And abruptly, the fury was back in his voice. “I assure you that I will make you pay.”
