1217 Kryser’s crest.

 "We swear this fight on the honor of the ancient god of battle," Deris mumbled a few words then lunged into battle. Staxius used neither sword nor magic, he side-stepped the first downward strike Deris threw and simply palmed the club. The titan stumbled, '-unstable core,' Staxius observed, Deris, who'd shuffled onto his weak foot, gripped the club tighter and swung at Staxius's head. 

 'Fast,' blink and one would miss it,' he narrowly leaned, and the club's tip grazed his nose. At that moment when the club blocked Staxius' view, Deris shifted his weight and charged, Staxius unknowingly went to grab the weapon –the moment he grasped, the club was pulled beneath and a fist emerged to the side. He quickly lifted his arm, *Duff,* a heavy echo shook the very ground, the force carried a gust behind Staxius, the tense atmosphere settled, "-did he win?" anxious questions surrounded the crowd, "-no." Deris returned, "-you blocked that?" he narrowed.