The sudden halt made several riders crash into her. She screamed, flung forward into the dirt. Pain and wounds exploded through her body - gone in moments as her skin knit back together.

The field finally went silent as the instructors rode up.

One stared down at her, expression unreadable. His blade hovered inches from her face before he sheathed it.

"You're lucky now," he said coldly. "You'll suffer when the time comes. I won't waste effort on a scentless ...