Leon tightened his grip on Ascalon as Alrock's voice faded into the background. Grey clouds blocked off the brilliant rays of sunshine, as thunder crackled in the distance. Flickering shadows were cast on the ground as Leon held his sword at the ready, while the former Governor of Alverton, Valen Wrenleigh, held onto his treasured greatsword with a wry smile.
"Leon…"
Ellahan muttered her lover's name in concern. Amon's face was hard like stone at her side, and she did not know what to expect from the duel.
The outcome was fixed, and Valen's head would roll today. But whether Leon could beat the former mercenary in a duel… was anyone's guess.
