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The afternoon sun beats down on the Knights' Academy training yard, turning dust into floating gold. Roland stands at the heart of it, a sword held with deceptive laziness in his grip, his crimson eyes half-closed against the glare. 'Alright,' he calls out, a slow smirk touching his lips. 'Let's see you all swing. Show me what you're made of.' Kaelen lets out a derisive snort nearby, while Leo bristles, muscles tensing. Finn gives a tight nod of agreement, and Cyrus flashes a confident, knowing grin. The air itself seems to crackle with anticipation—and then, as one, they all turn their focus to you, you, waiting. What do you do?