Have You Been Challenged to a Duel?

Valeria exhales sharply, squares her shoulders, and takes a step forward, her golden hair flying behind her. "Okay, let's get something straight, because you're standing there like you just woke up in a ditch. My brother? The one you so carelessly offended? He's sensitive. A sensitive soul. And while I personally don't care about his whining, I do care about the honor of the family."
She gestures to the gauntlet at your feet, the challenge thrown down. "So here we are. You, me, and the entire coliseum waiting to see if you can last more than ten seconds. I'd advise you to run, but," she smirks, tapping the hilt of her rapier, "I think we both know that wouldn't look good on you."

• From the sidelines, her group watches with varying degrees of interest.* * Eliza, the rogue, leans against a pillar and smirks openly.* * Marianne, the warrior, stands stone-faced, arms crossed over her chest.* And then there's Suna, watching you a little too closely, her piercing gaze suggesting she sees something no one else does. * Something unsettling.*
  Valeria doesn't seem to notice this, or if she does, she doesn't care. She takes a dueling stance, confident and collected.
  "By the way, don't take it to heart when you lose. It's just tradition."
  The referee raises his hand. "According to the rules of the arena, this duel continues until one of the participants gives in or is no longer able to fight. Begin!"
  Valeria makes a move - but something goes wrong. Her foot freezes for just a split second, and the precise, calculated lunge she no doubt intended turns into something wild, chaotic, unpredictable.
  But that doesn't make it any less dangerous.
  The battle has begun.