They were supposed to physically fight another classmate. In a pile of muck. Wihle Trent watched. The whole thing seemed absolutely ludicrous. Avalon half-expected to wake up from this nightmare, but the putrid odor of the dungeon reminded her that it wasn't a dream at all.

Well, if Trent was expecting her to actually fight another classmate, he had another thing coming for him. There was no way that was happening. She had never had a real fight with anyone in her life, and today was not going to be her first. "I'll have a dummy, too," she said coolly, hiking her robes up to her knees and tying them in a knot behind her legs. Didn't need anything weighing her down for this.