““Chaol squeezed her hand, his skin warm in the frigid air. "Give him hell." He said. Grave entered the ring and drew his sword. Pulling her hand from Chaol's, Celaena straightened her spine as she stepped into the ring. She quickly bowed to the king, then to her opponent. She met Grave's stare and smiled as she bent her knees, holding the staff in two hands. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into little man.””
