Alicia stepped onto the lawn between them, arms crossed, the particular brisk authority she used when she'd decided she was in charge of something and had no intention of negotiating that fact.
"Rules," she said. "Since I'm apparently the only Count-stage individual here who isn't directly involved or Lazy like My friend Eva there..or Two Eva's now."
She inwardly sighed as she remembered her first time reuniting with Eva.
Then Alicia focused back on the match.
She looked between them. "No weapons. No lethal intent. The condition stands as agreed if Valerian draws blood, scratches, marks her in any verifiable way, Milarca apologizes to Eleanor. Properly. If he can't, the match ends when I call it or when someone can't continue."
"Generous of you to assume I'll need to be stopped," Milarca said.
"I'm being generous to him," Alicia said, without looking at her. "Begin when ready."
She stepped back to the edge of the lawn.
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