Sir Griffon Aslain marched towards the grassy field where the peasants and nobles had gathered around to watch two knights fight. He stopped opposite of Sir Favian Procell and stared at him as a man introduced both men and their titles. Griffon was equipped with beautiful german gothic plate and a dagger strapped on his hip while his intimidating poleaxe was rested on his shoulder. He looked around and waved at the cheering crowd. The nobles murmured amongst themselves asking why a man who has been away to campaign came to compete here instead of resting from fighting battle after battle. The rumors began to spread and become more outrageous as they passed from ear to ear. Griffon's reason? He came here to fight as peace did not suit him.

His eyes evaluated Sir Procell, he then closed the visor to his helmet and took his poleaxe and gripped it in both hands keeping the axehead above his right shoulder with the butt spike pointed towards his opponent. "May God favor you sir Porcell, for I will show no quarter!"