A duel of Kings

The Kahn began laughing out loud.

“A Champion!” he shouted with genuine glee.

Despite the distance, he could tell the difference in power between how his enemy had been before and how he was now. It was something he had always envied his father for, but no amount of pleading or begging him to teach him to do it had moved the man. Was it impossible for him?

The warrior of Qin moved his sword in an arc parallel to the ground, and his enemy watched in astonishment as the magic that had kept him floating failed, and he plunged to the ground, landing easily.

“I have been waiting for this my whole life!” Möngke Tngri grinned, falling on guard again, only to find himself having to block his assailant’s attack that had come as quick as lightning.