A Little Tournament

"You must be confident," I said, my voice chillingly calm, "Fine. I'll let you fight my clone." A wicked smile curled at the edges of my lips. "If you win, you can go. But if you lose, you will cut off your own head before everyone here, or I will grant you a death so painful, you'll beg for mercy."

I could see the hesitation in their eyes. The tension in the air thickened.

"Do you dare to take on this offer?" I asked loudly.

"I do!"

"I do!"

"I do as well!"

"On my blood, I swear I'll easily win this fight!"

"If brother fights, I will as well!"