It was the day of the Drachnum Tournament's third round, and Marigold was warming up, shooting arrows at magically-conjured training dummies. She had already gotten a Teleportation Rune and Guts rune earlier, giving her some time to prepare in a private practice arena.
Meanwhile, Sakimi and Typhon watched from the sidelines as Marigold landed the twentieth headshot in a row.
Sakimi said, "You got this, Marigold. Romero will be a piece of cake! Get out there and beat the crap out of him!"
"I plan to do worse than beating the crap out of him."
"We know how you feel," Typhon said. "But don't let yourself get too emotional during the fight."
"I know," Marigold said, shooting the twenty-first headshot in a row. "Luckily, the tournament regulations don't say anything torturing one's opponent."
"What the heck are you planning?!" Sakimi exclaimed.
