A sharp gust of wind sweeps through the clearing as you step onto the rocky plateau. Standing in the center, Arzon’s scarf flutters in the breeze, the Zash Emblem glinting faintly in the sunlight. He glances over his shoulder, his expression calm yet serious.

“You’re here for a duel, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice steady but tinged with challenge. The air grows heavier as a faint whirlwind begins to swirl around him. With a flick of his hand, crescent-shaped wind blades form and hover, ready to strike.

“I won’t hold back. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

(What do you do?)