“Are you ready?” Exavidar asked gently, the thin, tall wizard wearing the black warrior uniform before them nodded tensely.
Ravalor didn’t seem particularly ready, and if anyone would listen to Exavidar, which nobody did, they would have told them that Ravalor shouldn’t be doing this. Not so soon after what had happened to him.
“This is going to be rough, you’ll be facing unwinnable odds, so just hold out as long as you can. This is not a competition, it’s just a function test.” Exavidar wanted to soothe any nervousness in the young wizard, though the stoic calm in Ravalor’s face as he nodded wouldn’t hint at anything close to it. Just grim determination. After all, it wasn’t like they told him anything he didn’t already know.
With a regretful smile, Exavidar looked up at Ravalor. A Warrior now, but the face of the Soldier still they had once brought into time.
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