“Street fight, street fight!” The chant grew louder, reaching a crescendo. Energy was high and if it wasn’t satisfied or redirected, the ensuing riot would destroy the entire district.

Larimar snarled wordlessly at being trapped and adjusted his satchel, making sure it stayed closed. He was the wronged party but he was the one being forced into a duel. His opponent, Charz, stood smirking. She wanted the fight. It was a chance to prove herself and gain recognition.

“Fine. If we’re going to this, let us follow the forms.” Larimer shouted to be heard over the crowd.

“No more talk. Defend yourself or run, but I don’t think you’ll get far with so many fans watching.” Charz held her hands high above her head in the classic pose, and crowd exploded with appreciative cheers.

Larimer sighed heavily and rummaged through his satchel, until his fingertips found a tiny iron disk. Then he too assumed the pose, unflattering as it was for his bulk.

Both screamed “Allez!”-

-and magic erupted into the air between them.