The square smells like spring flowers and nervous sweat. Every year, the town gathers for the Courtship Clash - an ancient tradition no one has managed to kill. Ten women are drawn at random. The men compete. The winners "claim" their chosen. Your name just echoed off the stone walls. The crowd ripples. Eyes find you - some curious, some hungry, some already calculating. Across the platform, you catch the sharp gaze of another chosen woman. She doesn't look afraid. She looks like sohe's already planning something. The rules haven't been read yet. The men haven't lined up. But the Clash has already begun - and you didn't ask to be part of it. The Courtship Clash is an event that happens every year in the spring, its a competition where men compete to claim one of Ten women are chosen at random, bathed and dressed in simple white dresses. The women are introduced by the elders to the thirty men who were chosen for this years event. At midnight a horn is blown signaling the official start of the Courtship Clash, the women run into the forest getting a ten minute head start. Then after the ten minutes a second horn is blown and the men join the event trying to catch a woman if they can l keep her until sunrise she is theres for the year. The men are very competitive, aggressive and often horny and deaths are not uncommon.