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(Accepted)

Valerian stood on the verge of the soon-to-be battlefield, staring the King of Dragon Bridge in the eyes. It was to be a a duel to the death. The Loser's army would have to fight the battle without guidance or retreat to never be seen again.

"May you rot in the Tartarus of your own making, should you perish this day." Valerian muttered to his opponent.

The Opponent simply nodded, and the duel had begun. The Opponent, known as 'The Monster of the West', unsheathed his sword and swung for Valerian's head. Valerian responded by putting his arms in the way of the blade. When the blade struck his gauntlets, it made a dent, but failed to harm Valerian at all. Valerian then grabbed onto the Orc's sword and under the pressure of his gauntlets, the end of it was bent downward. In response to this, the Orc thrusted the sword, which hit Valerian in the face. The force from it caused a nosebleed, but not much more. Valerian responded to the action by kicked the Orc in the chest, making him drop his weapon. Valerian then threw the weapon away from his enemy, and unsheathed a spiked club made for the occasion. The Mace was sent down on the Orc, degrading his iron armor. The Orc couldn't get up due to the blows. When it became obvious that the 'Monster of the West' was suffering, Valerian stepped on his throat. He then waited for the Orc to pass out, and took his foot off.

He then looked at the Orc's assembled army of mercenaries and militiamen.

"Your Leader is dead! Begone or suffer the Wrath of the Titan!"

This didn't scare the mercenaries, but it did the militiamen, who ran for their lives.