Snow crunched underfoot, the ice smashing off from the doors in a massive flurry of ice erupted from the walls that was once the seat of the North. What swaggered out from the gates was the tool they would use to bring ruin to the realms of men. Ge'es guided it out, using magic to lift the massive construct that was the great cannon. Which followed its wake were Knight's, thousands of them. They all poured out, lining up before the siege lines of the enemy. 

Before long horns began to blow, the men of the North began to rally for war, men went to shore up barricades and prepare for a charge, halberds were dropped - swords drawn and drums. The drums of war sounded over the camp, men joining the chorus with rattles of mail and splinters from axes crashing against stakes; they were in a hurry to finish the barricades, though the Knight' seemed to be in little rush. Men began to file out, forming into lines as Mage's went to take up their positions in-front of the lines, creating barriers beyond the sights of the mere Human eye. Archers were taking up position; though the Riders of Red and Black. Among the masses approached a crowned figure, alone. He calmly cantered his way up to the lines. 

He his gauntlet glowed brightly, leaking pure, freezing energy from its depths. The heavens around them erupted into a torrential blizzard and the giant cannon echoed voices - cries of the damned pierced the sky, though so faintly it could barely be heard above the clatter of men, horses and war-machines. 
Before the King could even reach the perimeter he was halted by the approach of a cascade of Knight's, all of which surrounded the man - letting one single figure enter the circle of men. Another King, aptly enough. Leofrick bore heavy-plate, a full-helmet in the shape of the lion. It bore a faceguard, which was risen to show off his grizzled features. On his waist sat was an enchanted sword, none other resembled its likeness - or at least it was not the only enchanted sword, for a great King usually held a great weapon to boot. The King from the North spoke first:
"There is no hope for you, invader. You are surrounded on all sides and outnumbered with no way out. We can starve you out even if it would take us years, and if you sally out to meet us in the field you will be overwhelmed. Surrender, return from where you came and never set foot in my kingdom again"
Enid looks at the Knight's surrounding him and booms a laugh, it was chilling to even behold - magic warped his voice and he leaned forward, glancing at the King in his fancy armour. "There is no hope for anyone, little King. We're all pawns. I mean to end that today. All I need is your blood - so you will relinquish it now or I will do it with force."  

The King in the North stared the invader down, hand over the pommel of his sword. Enid laughed, quickly dismounting from his horse to draw his runic, almost ice-like sword. It rippled and dripped with magic. The Knight's around him all drew their swords and their horses began to back away from the massive, armoured King - his cloak billowing out from behind him. "Very well. Test yourself against me, King. I will make it a tale for the ages." Another chilling laughed the man as he awaited the King to dismount to face him. The Knight's began to back off as he dismounted to meet the gesture.


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Leofrick wasted little time in starting the fight, he spun his sword over his head to take up a high-guard and charged, though halted part way to switch stances into a thrust, causing Enid to real back from the attack, letting his armour take the blow to no real avail; he swiped his sword over his head to replicate the same blow, trying to catch the over-extended King though the blade was parried, the man was swift with a blade and trusted fully in the plate-armour. They locked swords for but a moment before Enid grew tired of games, his gauntlet shimmered brightly with the orb within it and as he thrust it forward he unleashed the energy upon the King as he tried to real back. It promptly flattened him, causing a blast of frost to seal over his breastplate. The King, in his massive armour charged forward only to be caught on the rebound, the King recovered far quicker than he respected, the sword went straight into his breastplate, though he veered off, slamming his sword into Leofrick's to send it up and then slashed over his chest, the blade piercing the armour to at least some extent, freezing over the mail underneath - though that mail prevented the slash from going through. The man was not phased, he came forward with an unbridled fury and enchanted metal crashed against enchanted metal, blows were traded over armour and blade. 

The entire camp had grown silent as steel and magic crash against each-other and as King battled King. The King of the North fought with a fury, his sword coming down with precise blows - the enchanted metal tearing through Enid's plate liker butter, though there was an equal exchange - no armour could withstand such weapons. Before long magic became the Riders main tool. He drew it from the orb on his gauntlet, using it to deflect off the sword and then strike, which proved to be quite an effective tool as the blows he could rain down were harsh and brutal. "Submit or perish!" He cried, though his confidence grew to cloud his vision,  the King soon became over-whelmed, being parried by the King only to have the sword crash against his helmet, digging into the crown atop his brow - though it did not shatter, even still it chipped his very blade! The crown hummed, though the King was stunned and before long the King just tackled the hulking giant that was the Rider to the ground, going to start smashing into his helmet with a fist, which proved quite effective, buckling in his faceguard before he could finally rebuke, sending his plated, glowing gauntlet into his chest to throw him off - quite literally the King was launched into the air by the impossibly powerful force. He, however, landed down on the Winter King - who felt nothing and stood up, kicking the Warden of the North off him to get back to his feet. He readied his blade, though he did not charge instead he looked upwards, the sky had begun to clear and it very much interrupted the duel. The Winter's King began to cackle underneath his buckled faceguard, laughing hysterically for a good few seconds.


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From the sky came a golden beam, tracing through the air and from the heavens; it cleared the sky of all clouds, the snow blew aside with a force. The great cannon sat at the gate charged up, it began to shimmer with a thousand souls in its depths, sucking the energy straight out of their very essences - Ge'es stood at the fore-front of this beam of light. He had distracted the forces enough to bring down his prize. His voice boomed out from the depths, sheer force of magic began to tear at the ground -  cracking and fracturing it as each mage joined the chorus. 

From the very heavens came a Divine being, a Spirit in all its glory. It shimmer like a golden, swirling mass that had no form or shape - it simply was, it radiating with power yet... it the magic that was swirling about it was not of its own design, the Mage's of the Winter's King held it there - suspended it in the air with a chain , positioning it just in the arc of the cannon. Both King's had stopped to watch the display, every man on the field had as-well - the battlements were full of other Knight's and mages watching. 
Enid's helmet began to echo out words, though they were of a foreign dialect causing the King to snarl, spitting out. "What is this foul sorcery!" Enid simply responded with another laugh. He went to stand straight, regaining his breath - the other man across from him agreed with the very temporary ceasefire as they exchanged words again.
"It's time to give up, King. Surrender your pride or the spirit you hold so dear is dead. As it should be." He smirked under his mask, going to show off his gauntlet - he showed an image of the great-cannon preparing to fire, preparing to tear the soul of the spirit to mere matter. The King of the North did not yield, he merely lowered his faceguard and readied his sword again. 
"Kill it, then. I care little. This ends here and now." He launched himself forward, a new vigour filling him as he churned up snow underfoot. Enid roared, raising his blade up.