Duel I
Though night's shadowy tendrils had creeped across a sleepy Riviera, the moon rose in her full splendor today, casting a bright presence of ghostly pale light everywhere. It was a full moon, and to Li, he thought it far brighter than the one from his home world, though he could not give an accurate assessment considering that he had never seen the moon or sun uncovered by pollution.
The moon almost shone a spotlight in the grass next to the fields where Launcelot and Azhar stood facing each other, each ten meters away. Around them, Launcelot, dressed only in leather pants and shirt, had carved out a circle twenty meters across in diameter on the dirt with his shield. Anyone stepping out the ring lost. Standard bare-fisted dueling rules in this world: twenty meter ring, no weapons, no armor, no magic aside from skills learned through martial classes.