"Though my Thunder Dragon Duchy was founded less than a century ago, we founded it on our feet, forging our lands from blood and fire."
A cold glint flashed in Karachi's eyes.
"We will show you frogs in a well what the true power of a Kingdom looks like!"
"Enough talk!"
Luke's voice boomed across the field.
"The rules are simple. A side loses if their champion is killed or verbally surrenders! The victor will win the glory of today's battlefield!"
With their verbal spar concluded, the two men steered their mounts and slowly returned to their own lines.
The rules of the duel had been set. There was no turning back.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sound of war drums from the Allied Army's camp suddenly grew fierce and urgent, stirring the blood.
The mournful call of a Horn sounded once more, followed by the thunderous beat of war drums, like the heartbeat of a Giant, pounding in everyone's chest.
"ROAR!"
