Jeremiah, the Obstinate

"Wait!" Jeremiah called out as Hugo prepared to summon his bow.

"What now?" Hugo's expression immediately transformed into a frown. He eyed the dreadlocked mystic wearily.

"We don't want to risk alerting all the denizens of the Savage Forest with this small test of ours. We only want to gauge your combat ability. Nothing more. Can you promise you won't use any orange-tier mana or rank-3 spells?" He asked.

[What's wrong with this guy? He goads me into a fight and then insists I use only a fraction of my powers?]

"Don't worry," Jeremiah said. "Your opponent will have the same handicap," he added, patting the back of one of the other mystics.

"All right. I won't." Hugo replied calmly.

"However, if you break the rules, we'll all attack you at once," Jeremiah warned somberly. "We are opposed to teammates that don't keep their promises," he added. The rest of the mystics nodded in agreement.