<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.imgur.com/dtJfDal.jpg) </div>Slowly, still smiling, Valanna nodded.  "Very good.  In that case, I think it is time.  And we shall speak no more of this other matter."  So declaring, Valanna turned, her long legs quickly carrying her from the tent, and out onto the field where the contest would take place.<br/><br/>The rituals of elves in general, and surrounding duels in particular, were numerous and esoteric, mostly dealing with the sorts of magic allowed to be used, and how they should end.  It was prescribed that a circle of their peers should form around the combatants, both to witness the events, and to keep either combatant from coming to harm.  While they were fighting with weapons, the shedding of blood was frowned upon, and no lasting injury was supposed to befall either competitor.  The peers, knights Valanna had known for some time, were aware of this, and would also declare a winner when one became obvious.<br/><br/>Approaching the circle, Valanna suddenly paused, frowning.  One graceful hand came up, touching her temple.  Such a strange feeling, all of a sudden.  A rush, as though some feeling had come over her.  Or some form of magic?  And yet, her attuned elven senses detected nothing.<br/><br/>The moment passed.  Her features slightly flushed, Valanna shook her head, chestnut hair swirling about.  Steeling herself, she strode forward once more, stepping into the circle.  It was time to face her opponent...