The dueling gym loomed ahead, a structure of stone and reinforced wood, its exterior adorned with enchanted lanterns that flickered in hues of blue and gold, glowing brighter as the evening deepened. The doors, heavy and iron-bound, bore intricate carvings of arcane symbols and crossed weapons, an homage to the disciplines practiced within.
Inside, the gym was a vast, open space, its high vaulted ceilings supported by wooden beams etched with runes that pulsed faintly with protective magic. The air was thick with energy, a mingling of sweat, steel, and the sharp tang of Excidium, Creatio and Amplifico spells. Tutela magical wards shimmered faintly on the walls and floor, designed to absorb errant spells and ensure the safety of spectators.
At the center of the space were multiple dueling rings, each marked by glowing lines of light that shifted in color to indicate whether a match was in progress. Some rings bore scuffs and scorch marks, scars of countless training sessions and matches. Around the edges of the gym were racks of practice weapons—blunted swords, spears, and maces—along with mannequins that could be enchanted to simulate moving targets.
Above the floor, a second-story balcony circled the gym, providing seating for spectators. A handful of students still lingered, their conversations a low murmur as they watched the final match.
The last duel of the evening was fierce, though it was clearly more practice than competition. A broad-shouldered human wielding a staff exchanged blows with a lithe elf who darted and struck with two curved blades. Spells flared and fizzled, illuminating the space with bursts of light and heat.
Marlena could taste the magic in the air—sharp and bitter, like dark roast coffee.
The clash of weapons rang out, sharp and metallic, followed by the hum of magic discharging against wards. As the match reached its conclusion, the human delivered a sweeping blast of energy, forcing the elf back to the edge of the ring. The glowing boundary flared, signaling the match’s end.
"Match over!" called a voice from the sidelines. A tall orc with a magic armor and an authoritative presence stepped into view, likely the gym’s overseer. His voice carried easily across the room.
"That’s enough for tonight. Clear out, everyone. Gym’s closing in ten."
The combatants lowered their weapons, exchanging nods of respect, and began to gather their things. Around the room, students started to file out, though a few lingered to stow practice gear or finish conversations.
