Shoryuken!

"That's enough! Stop!" Melisandre finally shouted, calling an end to the test.

By then, it hardly looked like a test for Magna anymore.

If anyone was being tested, it was the Shadows, though even that was starting to look more like a training session.

Magna stood half-naked with his fists raised in guard, sending anyone who came close enough flying with a punch.

He had lowered the strength of his blows both to let them get back up and to avoid putting too much strain on his still-broken arm. His high regeneration had healed most of the damage, but not enough for him to ignore the injury.

As for the Shadows, after rolling on the ground in pain for a while, each would join the others for another attempt, only to get close and be knocked away again.

At some point, they had stopped keeping their formation entirely.

Their team effort had turned into a contest of individual pride, as though the first person to reach Magna would win.