Even a God Needs Humbling

"Before we start, let me lay down the rules." Melisandre watched the Shadows take their positions, nodding in satisfaction.

"First, none of you are allowed to use weapons. That includes shields."

When no one objected, Magna included, she turned to him.

"The same applies to you, and no spells either. This is only a test of your physical abilities, so I expect you to hold back enough to avoid hurting anyone."

For Magna, that would mean watching the strength of every punch. His fists were weapons in their own right, powerful enough to kill with a single blow.

The Shadows' durable armor wouldn't necessarily save them from a fatal injury, so he would have to restrain himself carefully.

Magna nodded, keeping that in mind, though he still wasn't sure how much strength he could safely use.

"Good. You can start whenever you're ready." Melisandre stepped back with her paper and pen, ready to observe the fight and record every detail.