The giant Tribute Coin floated between them, spinning lazily in the artificial sunlight. Fifty yards of open ground. Two teams. One prize.
Luke stood on the raised outcropping, his godtree bow still raised, the silver arrow nocked and aimed directly at Renan's chest. The string vibrated softly against his fingers and his eyes were still cold with determination.
Luke drew the bowstring back another inch. "I won't miss," he told Renan.
Renan's hand hovered over his sword hilt. Behind him, Sienna Starbridge drew her bowstring as well.
"Neither will I," she said.
Luke eyed her for a moment, then returned his glare to the Heavenly Knight.
Between them, the air started to thicken.
Min Tu's Skeletons—Reaper and Wraith—slid into position on Luke's flanks. Reaper's twin swords hummed with green wind magic that spiraled around the blades like tiny cyclones. Wraith's cleaver crackled with purple lightning, arcs jumping from the edge to the ground, leaving scorch marks on the stone.
