After murmuring, "Attend to my words," to Zara, Coradel steps to the center the ring, between the two. "I demand honor in this fight. This is a contest between combatant and combatant, metal and metal, skill and skill. Let no treachery enter here! You have agreed to decline the use of magic. So now I say that if any treachery occur here -- by device, poison, cursed weapon, or otherwise -- may the Dreaming strike down the treacherous one thrice over! May he know no health, no love, and no comfort hereafter." A confident look to August, and a hint of a sneer to Mirwinn. "Understood?" Apparently she was paying attention to what Mirwinn said as he chose his blade.