Of Herja’s Tears [A DUEL PROPOSED]

[Midnight Crusader]

"Demon Sage.

For too long have you persisted as a threat to not just a shared homeland, but to the entirety of Eternia.
You are a wrong to be righted; a scourge to be ridden of this world.

Some of my kin-apparent may decry this choice, but from where else will I rise?
I stand as Ylva Randell of Atrellya.

Another soldier in this war you’ve brought to these people—
another hopeful who wishes to end this battle before it grows worse.

Will you answer my call, White Wolf?
Ilysander.”

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Ylva Randell challenges Ilysander to a duel.
Settings tentative to change.
  Deadly intent.

[Chasing Daybreak]

There is no answer to the call, if the Demon Sage even heard it to begin with.

[erside]

"I am not a sentimental man, but you are the kind of person that makes my blood boil."

"The Great White Wolf will not acknowledge your existence, but I will. In service of my people, my Moonfallen Brothers and the Kindred-most-Hallowed, I will venerate your death in passing, though I apologize that your corpse will not reach our beloved Gotaalv, only to be buried in this accursed foreign land."

"As is my duty, I will end you rightly."

"I am Yugram of Atrellya, standing as Warlock of our serviceable Coven."
"Servant of Lord Ingolf As Nodt, Abyssal Lord of the Ashen Tower."

"COME FORTH AND FULFILL YOUR DUTY, AND I WILL FULFILL MINE."

The Ifrit Swordsman Upstages the Duel.
(arranged with player)
DATE: 12/04, FRIDAY.
INTENT: DEADLY, CAP ???

[Midnight Crusader]

"… the silence of he was to be expected,
but I was wondering who held the dignity of intercepting such an audacious claim.

Let us see whose blade is more righteous, between weapons each of Atrellyan make.
… to hear of your servitude of these beasts, these demons that would discard you as lesser flesh, is telling of your true self, however.

Come, then.
Herja’s Ruin will befall you.

As the ruin of your false-kin has befallen our homeland each.”

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The terms of the duel are accepted;
undercutting the war is a clash of blades, each righteous their own.

May the bettered steel emerge victorious.