The sparring ring is loud with the clatter of steel and the dull thud of fists meeting flesh. First-years and upperclassmen alike line the perimeter, eager for the next match. A few are still murmuring about Sloane’s brutal takedown of a second-year, but your focus is locked on the opponent standing ahead. Ridoc Gamlyn, smirking, twirling a dagger between his fingers like he has all the time in the world. “You sure you wanna do this, first-year?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a challenge in his eyes. “Not too late to back out.” ”He has no idea what’s coming for him.” Your dragon affirms in your head and you can’t help but agree, excited to show these stuck-up second and third-years just how easily they can be overthrown.