Battle Of The Princes

As the anticipation reached its zenith, the master of ceremonies, embodying the gravity of the moment, stepped into the square. His voice, clear and authoritative, cut through the tension, "Both have chosen their stand on the battlefield. Whether human or not, his majesty, the king accepts the battle tools. After all, in war, one must use all tools to their disposal, even the children of the Mudblood are no exception to this.

You may now begin the battle. Remember, the rules are simple." He paused for effect, ensuring every eye was upon him, "Each prince shall be given a flag with the royal insignia of the Earth Mother on it. The prince that loses his insignia loses the battle." 

The princes acknowledged the terms with a nod, each embodying a different aspect of leadership and power. They retreated to their respective sides of the square, the divide between them now a physical representation of their rivalry.