Thain spent the day in prayer, anointing his blade with blessed oils, and going through the C'thonian rituals of dueling. Incense filled his tent, and when the time came... He rose. He clutched the double sword in his hand, checking the locking mechanism on the handles to ensure it was fitted properly and the blades would stay together. Satisfied, he proceeded to the dueling ring. He did not speak, and bowed slightly to Brian. The duel began, Brian launching a ferocious offensive, but Thain was a step ahead, feinting and dodging like a man much younger than he was. It ended suddenly, Thain's blade piercing through a seam near Brian's armpit. Thain knew it was too late, and watched the life drain from his enemy's eyes.
"And so you are forgiven, go now, to the halls of Valhalla." Thain whispered as Brian gave his final breath.
Thain stood, and sighed. He stepped out of the ring, and ritualistically began to clean off his blades. He purified them with oils, and unlocked the mechanism holding them together. He handed one part to his squire, and sheathed Arken at his side. He stood, and looked at the horizon, the sun just barely still up. He shook his had sadly, and climbed atop his horse. Anacan was next.
