729 I am Merida. The Blade of Whitehold.

Arad and Mira returned to their seats under the sharp stares of the other students, wondering where those who went looking for them ended.

Arad sat beside Gojo and looked at the arena, "Merida is next," Gojo said, looking at him with a smile.

"What do you think?"

"The monster is strong, but she's stronger," Gojo pointed at the shaking cage as a large drake crawled out.

"Touch flesh and hard bones, scales as hard as iron and strength rivaling those of buffalo." Gojo then pointed at Merida, "But what's her matter? That's a giant demonic monster, no offense,"

"I know," Arad replied, as Merida looked at the drake charging at her. "Besides Mira, I don't fear for the rest."

The drake stopped his eyes dilating as he stared at Merida reaching for her sword. Every cell in his body screamed in terror. Even though she looked to almost have no magic and was weaker than a bush, the monster's instincts roared. That woman was dangerous.