The air in the lighthouse was so thick with tension you could have cut it with one of Elisa's swords. Every single Candidate in the room, from the hulking Dwarf in the front row to the shadowy assassins in the back, was staring at Nox.
'He doesn't have twenty-one Flags,' Serian thought, her hand tightening on the hilt of her sword. 'This was a bluff. He challenged a monster like Ragnar with a bluff. We are all going to die here.'
Elisa, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with a manic energy. 'Yes! This is it! A huge, bloody brawl with the biggest guy in the room! I knew I liked this human!'
Mela just stood there, her face a mask of cold, professional dread. 'He's insane. We followed a complete lunatic into a den of wolves, and now he's trying to pick a fight with the alpha. I am going to die because of this human's ego.'
