Ready or not

I was the one who wanted to participate, and I was the one who agreed to be tested, but I hadn't expected a brutal wake-up before sunrise! Nonetheless, fifteen minutes later, I was wearing sports shoes, leggings, and a spandex top, following Draven to the training hall. It was still dark outside and hardly anyone was around the area, except for the patrolling guards, who were bowing to Draven as we passed them by. As soon as we walked inside, Draven went towards the table where a few swords and knives were prepared.

"Pick your weapon," he said, pointing at the series of short, sparkling blades.

I grabbed a ten-inch long tanto knife with a dark wooden handle. It was light, comfortable to move, and sharp enough to cut through werewolves' thick flesh. I raised the blade, presenting my choice to Draven, and he nodded, approving it. Then he smirked and walked to the middle of the training hall, dropping his sweatshirt along the way.

"Attack me, Lilith." He grinned