To participate in a Kalag one must have prepared to die.
It is a battle to the death between two warriors, one had to kill the former to win. Above all, no one could interfere in the fight.
It was a one-on-one duel in front of all the warriors, it a sacred duel that had been long lost and almost forgotten. But on this fateful day, a warrior had brought it again.
Miguel and Banuk-Rhaunuk had a contest of stare as they both seized each other.
One represented an aura of a tiger while the other one pressed fort, an aura of a crocodile. While Miguel might be familiar with how a fight in the land unfolds, Banuk is more familiar with the waters.
Banuk's strength relied heavily on the waters, but didn't crocodiles had the ability to walk on land? A tiger bearing its fangs against a crocodile. A crocodile shrieking its jaws against a tiger.
Who would win?
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*Shaaang! Tang! Clank!*
Two swords collided.
