"I'm sorry, did I speak in tongues? Shut the hell up. Let them finish." she turned to watch the fight finish.
Xyleena tilted her head forward, nearly bumping her cranium into Marcus's forehead. "I hold your life in your hands, as both the Dancing Blade and the Black Warrior did. Now, as Dancing Blade did, I remove my hand, so that you may act. For good or for evil. for it is not the wolves choice in how you act. Only that it brings you low and kills you if you act poorly. Marcus bowed, and responded. "And I swear, as the Dancing Blade was spared during the betrayal, that I shall protect the lineage of the wolves, ensuring its survival theough our trials and tribulations. Do you accept the rank of wolf in the order, Xyleena Patterson?" she nodded, and he cut a small cut into her arm, collecting a small stream of acid from the wound.
His finger burning, Marcus etched three vertical lines into Xyleena's head, marking her as a wolf. Marcus bent down and cleaned his finger, not wincing as skin came off and blood mingled with the acid. Xyleena and Marcus bowed to each other.
Lyra sighed. "okay, trial over. Sorry about that folks."