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Elgara and Hekate had fought in all kinds of places. In ruins, and keeps, and the wilderness. They sharpened themselves on each other, spell meeting spell as they smiled at each other, all teeth.
With the Inquisition, it became a more public affair. When the Inquisitors duelled, people paid notice. Some liked what they found, some feared them, and many felt a little of each. Both of them grew in power by the day, and they duelled with the recklessness and wild abandon they always had. Injuries could easily be healed, after all, and their future opponents wouldn’t hold back.