One against one.

You, Epseilo... against the 23 other Children of Foserni. They were to each face you, one-on-one, starting from the weakest, O'Meigna, up to the strongest, Aelfa. You were masked to hide your identity. None of them knew you were Epseilo; all of them assumed you died long ago.

O'Meigna walked up to you, a smirk plastered on her face. She took a swing... but you observed her weapon's trajectory. You stepped to the side... and she missed.