Vaardenvalian Duel: Súrion and Ssinjin vs Kahn

A strong breeze blew by, rustling the flowing hairs of Kahn and Súrion, who stared at each other with clashing glares. Súrion began, speaking in the Elven tongue of Vaardenvale, his Kingdom "Shi taer eir jhar, Kahn. O eisi thas salaes sal si paerordaer ail si tylolaer."|"We meet at last, Kahn. You are far taller than they had described in the Chronicles."

Kahn's glowing, blue eyes narrowed in contempt "Eil o eisi malaes sal Ai car aistandrolaer."|"And you are far smaller than I had imagined."

Súrion returned "Ai taesalia cydi o eisi caesi sai mesaelaes."|"I certainly hope you are here to surrender."

Kahn smirked at this statement haughtily "Os tyrdasoli air vororer, tia jhys."|"Your cowardice is pitiful, my lord."

At this, Súrion realized he had no other alternative. Confrontation was inevitable. "...Ai mi. Sael, ais o talyr shi vaerylaer shor, o shor cali sai shi maelaer oli tysi."|"...I see. Then, if you cannot be reasoned with, you will have to be sealed once more."

Kahn steadied his shoulders, preparing for an attack "O tae sia."|"You may try."

After three short seconds, Súrion charged toward the massive Elf, a kinsman of his, and arched his right fist back for a punch to his center. Magic energy centered around the ball of flesh-covered bone as it was brought forward to collide into the man, creating a loud banging sound, like an arrow that has struck wood.

Nothing. The result was as empty as Súrion's chances of success. Kahn grabbed him by the throat and lifted him close so that they were on eye-level with each other, ready to mock him for his futile attempt at assault. "Mesaelia sar shar's eil eiras."|"Surely that wasn't an attack."