On the other side of the battlefield, one fierce king, a hulk of muscle and armour, wielding a two handed axe, smashed two enemy footmen's heads with one single slash. Full of fear, they made way, and an enemy Lieutenant came forth to challenge the king. They both had the same gear and weapons, but only one would live!
"I have been longing to fight your majesty Ugre, to show that I am the one and only unmastered heavy knight." Said the Lieutenant, and with those words he lowered his axe, parried by IK^Ugre with both of his hands.
Nature itself seemed involved in the duel, the blizzard weighing down on the frozen, strong earth, as the two knights were locked, sweat coming down from both of their faces.
But Ugre could not be bent so easily, as he was the proudest apprentice of the Wraithlord himself, trained both in weapon and body, and the king pushed away his foe. He staggered backwards, drawing a line in the snow, as he prepared his next blow. When it came, the mighty immortal king shattered the opponent's axe with an even stronger blow, and as the Lieutenant fell to the ground, bent in his will, IK^Ugre relieved him of his life.