[@Doc Doctor]

"And it is not often that a barbarian manages to string a whole sentence together."

King Galliard stood his ground at the other end of the forest clearing. His sword was gripped tightly in his hand, his kite shield strapped firmly to the other. Only moments earlier had he and the smelly [i]barbarian[/i] stumbled into the same clearing together. Almost instantly a barrier had sprung up around the place, sealing the two inside. It was clear what its intentions were.

Two entered. One left.

"But yes, fight we must. And fight we shall."

He swung his sword around just to remember its weight. Gallant Duty was its name. Light blue runes were carved into its blade, magical yes, but words of wisdom and guidance, not runes of magic. He stood his ground, determined to see the fight through to the last.

"Come then, barbarian. Face me. Today we will fight like true men."