"If you won't step down peacefully, then I have no choice. We may not be on the Great Steppe any longer, but the right to trial by combat still exists, and now, Vanya, I invoke that right. Fight me, usurper, and let us see who is meant to lead this tribe."
Vanya scoffs at your challenge and turns to leave, but at every gap between the standing stones, one of your tribe's warriors appears to block his exit. "We respect the laws of the steppe, Vanya," says one of them. "Basileios has every right to challenge you. Only the victor leaves this circle."
Vanya turns around with a snarl and draws his sword. "So be it, Basileios," he says. "It's time for you to see how good I really am. Your first funeral may have only been a ruse, a piece of theater for my own benefit. This time it will be for real. I will bury you, Basileios."
Vanya advances cautiously, his sword held in a high guard. Suddenly he lunges forward, the tip of his blade nicking the skin of your cheek, before once more returning to his stance. Vanya smiles as you wipe away the trail of blood on your face. You must act quickly, or his next attack could be fatal.