Stiric had been here before. He knew what he had to do, and how to do it. The last battle was easy, and managed to get through it without a single scratch. The next one was certainly going to be just as easy.
Naryar was less confident. He had seen Stiric in action, knew his moves, and knew his effectiveness in battle. His unconventional battle style had never been tested in battle before ... but he trusted his life on it, and was willing to show the world the powerful martial arts of the two humped camel.
The bell rung once, twice, and on the third ring, the two foes sprinted at each other. Stiric charged, his mouth open, saliva pouring from it. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" He screamed, as his mace edged towards Naryar.
But Naryar was quick. Lightly armored, he was easily able to duck out of the way. And for the next 60 seconds, there was silence in the entire arena as both combatants swung thier weapons, missing every time.
(Halfway down the first page, the two foes started *running in circles around each other* without even swinging to hit thier enemy for at least 20 seconds!)And so the longest battle in Blood Throne History had started.
The battle FINALLY over, Stiric dropped his mace, and nursed his sore right hand. It was over, and Stiric had won his second battle. It was a tough battle, but he was now in the Bronze League