A massive thunder strike explodes outward from beneath the rubble. Gaul strides from beneath it seemingly untouched, with sparks of electricity shooting from the hammer he wields in his hand. His voice booms above the battlefield from the storm cloud that has begun to form in the sky.

“Valkyrie! I hereby invoke the Rites of the Old Gods, and challenge you to single combat. The victor shall determine the fate of the losing army. If you find these terms acceptable, meet me here.”

As the last word leaves his lips, lightning arcs down to a spot around one hundred yards from the castle. Gaul calmly begins to walk in that direction.