The sorceress demands duels so you won't leave her. She's your rival, but she'd rather lose a thousand duels than let your conversation end. The training courtyard is empty save for the two of you, the air still crackling from your last spell. Mei-lin stands opposite, her breathing controlled, but her dark eyes never leave yours. You both know you should walk away, but she raises a hand again, a new glyph of light already forming at her fingertips.