Ephraim approached the stranger cautiously. The man seemed like the strong and silent type and Ephraim knew he had to challenge him to a duel. "You there," he said. "You look like you're good with a sword. How would you like to have a match?" Ready to draw his lance, Ephraim faced the swordsman and reached out with his right hand.
Lon’qu didn’t recognise this aqua-haired stranger; he wasn’t in the Shepherds, that was for sure. Was he Feroxi? Plegian… Valmese, even? There was something decidedly foreign about him. Still, there was no way Lon’qu would disagree to a duel.
"Of course." Lon’qu accepted. He was always looking for ways to further his skill with a blade, and this man seemed a worthy opponent.
The two shook hands and drew their weapon in a silent agreement.
Ephraim could tell the man was studying him and his assessing his skill as they eyed one another. Then the battle began; Ephraim made the first move, striking out with his lance. However, this man was quick on his feet and returned the blow. It was hard to hold his ground, but Ephraim refused to slip up so easily and so early on in battle.
Almost as if they were in sync, both men paused briefly. Catching his breath, Ephraim grinned. "What's your name? I am Ephraim, prince of Renais."
