Before they could book the sparring arena I was asked to consent to the battles, since they are the immortal council it just felt wrong to disagree. And that is how I put myself in the worse possible scenario.
I am a 20 year old immortal who has just received her powers a year ago, not to mention I don’t even fully understand them just yet, and now I am going into a battle against 20 of the most powerful immortals, right now I am no longer concerned about hurting others as I am concerned about coming out of this fight with my body intact. They are going to mutilate me.
Personally I think that my reputation precedes me, and my powers have been vastly exaggerated, maybe the teacher was just sick that day or maybe after all these years he is a little rusty. Now I am going into the lions den. And these lions are most definitely starving.
As I look up to see thousands of people packed in the arena my stomach sinks to the floor, they are staring at me, awaiting on me to entertain them, I am just a woman, and I am soooo dead.
A man dressed in black stands in the centre of the arena with a microphone in hand, as he announces each and every person in the council who by the way will be my opposition for today. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights.