[color=5ec4b3][center][h2]Kagan Galegar[/h2][sub]Kinner of The High Church of Krenta 
Interacting with: Nobody![/sub][/center][/color]

Kagan watched the fight between the two Dantanath men with disinterests, his nerves preventing him from joining in the roaring and jeering of the drakken around him. He'd still not seen hide nor hair of Holg since their conversation earlier, but he was sure the man was preparing something. It helped little that their bout was the next on the list. He watched numbly as the younger drakken stormed off the field, apparently dissatisfied with the bouts conclusion. [color=5ec4b3][i]”Leave it to a high born to find a way to complain about a victory…”[/i][/color] he thinks, silently staring as the elder drakken brushed passed him without so much as acknowledging his existence.  That suited the kinner just fine. He had enough noble problems on his plate, so the grouchy victor could keep to himself. 

Kagan stripped off his shirt, tossing it on a bench as he stepped into the arena. He was by no means a large drakken, he’d freely admit that. He was tall, for sure, but he’d never fully grown into the height, his muscles more lithe than the bruising frames of most drakken his size. So his entrance was...less welcoming than what the Dantanath pair had received. The sounds of teasing jeers, surprised laughter, and (pleasantly enough) a few cat calls had largely replaced the uproar of excitement that had previously held dominion over the arena. It helped little that his weapons were, by his own admission, modest at best. 

The longsword currently resting on his hip was a hand me down from his previous master, the leather of its grip frayed and smelling of age. Kagan should have replaced it long ago, it groaned under the weight of another blade and was a devil to keep sharpened, but it was also 40 years familiar to the young drakken. He had cut his teeth on his profession with this sword, so parting with it wasn’t something he was keen to do just yet. The knife strapped to the small of his back was of a higher quality, but still a plain thing compared to some of the more ostentatious designs floating about Železna Kri.

Kagan’s stomach almost dropped as Holg waddled into the arena, an obscene symphony of clanging metal and creaking leather straps. Kagan couldn't but help but glare at the gaudy full plate armor the older drakken had adorn himself with. Along every surface, the armor gleamed with dark etching of famous battles from Drakka's history, gold trim along its sides casting blinding reflections into the crowd above. His mace and shield were equally gilded, though the flanges of the weapon and deep scaring on the shield showed they were far from purely ornamental pieces.  A few boos of echoed through the crowd, but Holg seemed impervious to their effect, instead raising his arms in gratitude to what small portion of the crowd deigned it acceptable to cheer the display of wealth over his opponent. 

As the crowds roar died down, Holg bellows. [b]"My brothers! A great injustice as befallen our dear traditions!"[/b] He begins, his theatrics hushing the crowd with a speed that surprised Kagan. Seems that for all Holg's bravado, he at least knew how to drum up his own theatrics for effect. [b]"Every year we send only our strongest. OUR BEST to collect brides. But this..."[/b] He says, gesturing limply at Kagan with his mace.

[b]"Boy."[/b] He decides, lowering the mace. [b]"He's earned nothing. Just a kinner riding off the back of his masters success!"[/b] A hushed murmur falls over the crowd, but Kagan made sure to keep his gaze calmly locked on his opponent. Looking around too much would betray some level of weakness and only strengthen the mans claims. [b]"Are we going to let a parasite steal what naturally belongs to the strongest in drakka?!"[/b] Holg bellows, receiving a thunder of stomping feet and hollers of approval for this clearly justified defender of tradition.

[b]"Then by the grace of Drum and for the honor of the choosing, I challenge you Kagan Galegar. A duel for-"[/b] Kagan yawns, interrupting Holg. [color=5ec4b3]"Oh. Please excuse me."[/color] he says, scratching the side of his head. [color=5ec4b3]"Sorry its just I'm a little tired from staying up late last evening. Tell me, before you continue on with your soliloquy, do you know when my opponent will show up?"[/color] He asks, giving his back a quick stretch. Silence passes over everyone, save for a few barking laughs in the back of the crowd. 

[b]"You...you dare mock a duel!? I'm ashamed to call you my fellow drakken."[/b] Holg stutters quickly, attempting to not get to side tracked. [color=5ec4b3]"You're a drakken?!"[/color] Kagan gasps, a few more laughs erupting from the crowd. [color=5ec4b3]"By Sorrak's breasts, with all that armor I thought you were just a gem on stilts."[/color]

[b]"DO YOU ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE OR ARE YOUR INSULTS AS EMPTY AS YOUR SEED?"[/b] Holg screams, voice cracking slightly in frustration. Kagan could practically hear the poor bastards teeth girding together as he attempted to maintain what little formal dignity he could salvage from this farce of a challenge. 

Kagan waits for a moment, pretending to consider the request, meanwhile admiring the stewing fury Holg now carried in his breast. [color=5ec4b3]"I accept the challenge. If you win you claim my bride rights and my life, if I win you forfeit your honor and I take your life. Do these terms agree with you?"[/color]

Holg hesitates for a moment, clearly surprised Kagan upped the ante to a duel to the death, but nods all the same. Both drakken slip comfortably into a defensive stance, taking a moment to size the other up. 

Kagan, for his part, looked exceptionally calm for someone currently screaming internally at himself for running his mouth just make a rival look stupid. By all measures, Holg was the better fighter here and both of them knew it. He had a good hundred years of experience on Kagan and the better gear to boot. 

Kagan thinks for a moment, trying to decide the best option for attack. He was taller, and normally that would confer some advantage. But with his avenues for attack being limited to the slots in the armor, reach was less a deciding factor than precision. The shield was also a problem. Even if he used both hands to swing, his sword was simply too light to budge the iron hunk. If he wanted to waste energy, he could try knocking Holg over. But that armor was fitted to the man, and Kagan doubted Holg would have bothered with it if he wasn't used to wearing it. Rushing him was the best option then, only so fast one can move in full plate, no matter how used they are to it. [color=5ec4b3][i]"circling around mace side and stabbing it is then..."[/i][/color] he thinks, adjusting his grip. 

[h3]D&D DUEL[/h3]
Kagan broke the stalemate first, rushing towards Holg and throwing a weak swing, a creeping feeling of joy spreading through him as the screech of metal on metal met his ears. Holg was surprisingly unbalanced from the sudden charge, attempts to swing down on Kagan's shoulder, the young Kinner stepping deftly to the side from the clumsy swing. Kagan fires out with his blade, managing to just barely sink the blade into the older Drakken's shoulder. The young kinner grins as he twists the blade, Holg screaming in fury as he swats the blade away with his shield, feeling the blood beginning to flow slowly from his shoulder. Kagan withdraws, taking another wild swipe at Holg, but the armored hulk seems to finally find his footing, the blade bouncing off his shield as his foot fires out, catching Kagan in the chest and knocking him prone. 

Holg looms over Kagan, his own grin as the rush of battle fills his system. A bellow echos from his chest as he brings the mace down on Kagan. Reflex over takes Kagan as he rolls to the side and onto his knees, the mace meeting dirt as he feels the wind rush past him. As Holg prepares for a second swing, Kagan rushes forward, his blade managing to sink once again into the shoulder slot. Holg attempts to power through the stab, but Kagan twist the still embeded blade forcing a shriek of pain from Holg as he aborts his swing, stepping back and freeing the blade from himself once more. 

Kagan presses the opening, but Holg manages to regain his composure just fast enough to fire out with a swing of his own, his mace clipping the side of the kinners skull. The blow stuns Kagan, the world momentarily mixing in a swirl of color as his brain attempts to recover from the mild trauma inflicted on him. He backs off groggily, clutching the side of his head with a free hand as he attempts to keep his focus on Holg's next assault.

 Kagan raises his sword to block as Holg takes a horizontal swipe at him, but with his head still swimming from the blow earlier he looses his grip on his blade, the mace ripping it from his hand as it clatters to the dirt a few feet away. Kagan throws a hurried glance at Holg and then to his sword, his brain recovering just enough to hear the crowd screaming as the fight began to build towards what they thought was its logical conclusion. 

 Kagan gropes wildly at his back, his dizzied mind searching for his blade. Holg slams forward with his shield, not wanting to let this brat with no title insult him any further with his defiance. The shield bites into Kagan, but he manages to roll with the punch, finally managing to get his hand on the dagger as his mind finally steadies. They stare each other down for a moment, Kagan not wanting to close the distance until he fully recovered from the earlier blow. Holg, meanwhile, bangs his shield with his mace, stepping forward for every step Kagan takes back. [b]"Come oooon!"[/b] He gloats through the pain of his shoulder.

Kagan bites the inside of his cheek, feeling his magic claw at the air around him and throwing it to the ground, kicking up plumes of dust and dirt. He almost felt guilty, as this probably made for a terrible show for those watching the fight. He backs out of the cloud quickly, hearing Holg's armor clattering as he swung wildly. 

He keeps the sphere of whirling dust following him as he moves towards his sword sheathing the dagger once more, it was better for him to let Holg think he had him on the run. Curled fingers of air whipped around Kagan and the dust bit at his eyes, blurring his vision. It was far from comfortable, but better than being fully exposed. He drops to his knees, sliding his hands through the dirt grasping at where he thought it was for a few milliseconds before a finger finally slides across its edge. 

Kagan grips the blade end with both hands, the edge cutting into his palms as he waited in the still whirling winds.Jagn Huk, or the thunder stroke as the Gems called it. When his master first showed him the technique Kagan had said it was easily the dumbest thing he'd ever seen. He changed his mind after the third or forth crack to the skull. Results couldn't be argued with, no matter how silly it looked. 

Kagan waits in the smoke for a while, wondering where his opponent was. He almost dropped the cloud when an orange flare of color darts just past his head, forcing him to drop low. [b]"ENOUGH GAMES GALEGAR. COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT"[/b] He hears, muffled slightly by the wind. [color=5ec4b3][i]" Ok, so Holg is smart enough to not blindly walk into a dust storm"[/i][/color][ Kagan thinks, inching closer to the edge of the small storm. He was beginning to tire, and keeping this small maelstrom wasn't helping. 

With little in the way of options, Kagan opts to use the one thing that got him into this mess. If nothing else, shooting off at the mouth would atleast be one last bit of catharsis before he had his skull caved in. [color=5ec4b3]"Come now Harin.."[/color] He yells, huffing slightly as dirt filled his mouth. [color=5ec4b3]"Hardly seems sporting for me to doing all the work. You've got to atleast earn SOMETHING yourself in your life. Daddy not being around to give you everything anymore and all..."[/color]

A furious roar is all the response he gets before another fireball shoots through the smoke, this time harmlessly passing over Kagan. The kinner waits a moment, straining his ears to try and find Holg before he found him. Between the whipping of wind and the gentle crackle of the still burning flame Holg threw behind him, he could barely make out the faint clicking of metal on metal a foot or two in front of him. Kagan grits his teeth, pushing himself forward out of the dust, throwing the whole of his weight behind the blow leveled squarely at the now terrified Holg's head. The hilt cracks against the drakkens helm, embedding itself a good three inches into the skull beneath. Metal screeches as the blade snaps cleanly at the point of impact, the hilt remaining firmly in Holg's skull. 

There is a moment of quiet as Holg stares at Kagan, dropping his mace. A hand slowly reaches up, awkwardly fondling the new, rather extreme piercing. Fear over takes him and Holg drops to his knees, panicked panting being the only words he can manage as he desperately tries to remove the hilt without touching it. [b]"HGet...hgeet eet outttaa"[/b] Holg squeals, unable to fully articulate as he felt metal press into flesh he wasn't even aware had feeling before now. Kagan stands, confident that he was no longer the focus of Holg's attention. He drops the ruined remains of his blade to the ground, hefting the heavy mace onto his shoulder as Holg grasps the hilt and pulls. 

Kagan winces as a wet pop echos from outside his vision, looking up to the crowd. There is an awkward silence over everyone, before Kagan finally manages the courage to speak. [color=5ec4b3]"So....That counts as a win right? Or am I disqualified because he killed himself?...Judge?...little help here?"[/color] He asks, smiling as a small around of confused applause began.

[hider=combat log.]
So I was having trouble with the fight scene. so using premade character sheets, I D&D'd the whole thing. here is the log of attacks for 1st level fighter (holg) and 1st level monk (Kagan). Buffed up their HP to third level for the sake of a longer fight. 
Holg AC: 18 HP: 42
Kagan AC: 15 HP: 27. 
iniative: Kagan Holg
Kagan: Movement, attack short sword: 8+5. Miss. 
Holg: Attack mace, 1. 
Kagan: AoO from critical 1, attack shortsword, 17+5. Hit. deals 9 damage. Attempts a second swing, 6+5 miss. Attempt martial art swing. 1.  
Holg: AoO from critical 1. 18+3. 1 damage to kagan, knock prone. Attempt swing from attack. 5+5. Miss 33/42
Kagan: Stand. Attempts swing 18+5. Hit, 8 damage. 26/27. Martial arts swing. Nat 20. 5 damage. 26/27
Holg: Swing. 14+5. 8 damage. 20/42.
Kagan: dodge action. 18/27
Holg: attempts disarm action at disadvantage. 15+5, 14+5 attack roll, contested by acrobatics. Kagan rolls 13+5. No damage but Kagan is disarmed. No damage is dealt as part of the attack. 20/42.
Kagan: attempt to draw dagger. AoO for Holg (logically he would). 8+5, miss. Kagan uses wind affinity to create dust cloud.18/27
Holg: Attempts to attack Kagan at disadvantage due to dust cloud. 5+5. Miss. 20/42
Kagan: Kagan moves dust cloud with himself. Attempts to search for sword while in dust cloud. Perception at disadvantage. DC 11 to beat. 12+2, 18+2. Pass. 18/28
Holg: Dust clears around him. Hurls one fire ball into dust cloud following Kagan. Ranged spell attack (adding proficency and wis mod) at disadvantage.11+3, 9+3. Miss. 20/42. 
Kagan: Attempts deception check to lure Holg closer. 15+0. Contested by insight by Holg. natural 1. 
Holg: approaches edge of dust cloud, second fire attack. Disadvantage, 19+3, 7+3. Miss. 
Kagan: Perception check to know where Holg is: DC 13. 18+2. Success. Attack from concealment. Advantage. 1+5, 20+5. 10+3 damage to holg. Martial arts strike. 14+5. Hit. 8 damage to Holg. 
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[hider=Summary]
Kagan fights Holg. He manages to do fairly well, winning due to a surprise attack as on Holg using Mordhau (historical sword technique where you hold the blade and strike with the hilt). Holg freaks out at the sudden intrusion of metal into his skull. The crowd, having rooted against Kagan due to his inexperience and Holg's suggestion of his weakness, goes mild. 
Ghastly engages in still D&D esq emulation of the fight due to writters block. Combat log included. 
Character sheets used:
Holg: https://olddungeonmaster.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/human_fighter.pdf
Kagan: https://olddungeonmaster.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/human_monk.pdf
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