A wide grin spread across Aldernaris' face. He was looking forward to this. With one hand, he took a glass bottle from his belt and scooped up some of the frothing, orange liquid in the cauldron, with the other he took out a golden pyramid, small enough to sit in the palm of his hand, but too large to close his fingers around it. "Now there are two stages to my little challenge"He said. "But I only need one of you for the second, so the first part will be picking a champion to face it. There are a few ways we can go about picking the champion. You can, of course, do it diplomatically, and just decide who should do it... but where's the fun in that?" As he said this, he poured the orange liquid on the ground at his feet, which immediately sprung into flames. The fire quickly spread in a circle, encompassing the group with Aldernaris on the outside, his silhouette still visible through the dancing inferno. Along with the group were several rocky spires, large enough to be used as cover. "Option 2, my personal favourite, You can prove your strength to your peers... by pummeling them to the ground! Don't worry, all injuries will be healed." There was a thunk as the golden pyramid he had been holding landed in the center of the arena. "Or, option 3. You can demonstrate your sharp mind by solving a little puzzle. Let the challenge, begin!"
Battle Commence: Your enemies are... each other?
I'm with stupid