Duel

Aeryon and Durka, chiefs of their respective tribes, locked eyes with an intensity that felt like daggers piercing the air. 

Aeryon straightened his posture, projecting a sense of authority as he urged his horse forward, his guards poised for action should any sign of aggression be displayed by the opposing force. 

The tension in the air continued to build with each step closer, amplifying the gravity of the moment.

As Aeryon horse closed in on Durka, the atmosphere grew even more charged. 

The proximity seemed to heighten the anticipation, hanging like a heavy cloud over them. Finally, Aeryon horse stood just a few feet away from Durka, their eyes still locked in an unyielding gaze.

"I have heard of your prowess. It is said that you alone had repel the people of the Kanun tribe in the past"

Durka responded with a polite smile, his demeanour masking the underlying tension. Yet, Aeryon remained direct and unwavering in his approach.