Adaman Fane stepped to the fore. "One thing you maggots ought to realize," he began, a vicious smile stretching across his face, "is that I don't think a man's ready to be Kettral until he's puked up his own blood."
"What about a woman?" Gwenna shot back.
Fane grinned. "Well, you women have the higher pain tolerance, so we need to go even harder on you."