After the earth calmed down, three of the opposing army soldiers stepped up into the empty soon-to-be battlefield, flying red colors decorated with a shining sun behind a mountain as their sigil, they are of Emir Yuza's army. They looked like they wanted to challenge the opposing army on Muharezi—a three versus three combat—Median's tradition to start the day in battle.

among the three champions, known as Muharezins, of the red banner soldiers, one strong-built warrior stepped up. The soldier stood between the opposing army with a shamshir and round shield. His eyes screamed his hatred toward the Khanadi army.

"Heed my call you yellow turd inside the chamberpots! is any three —" The strong-built warrior shouted.

"Or at least one of you.." He chuckled. His insult was followed by a mocking giggle from the soldiers behind him.

"Brave enough, to clash steel against us on this unforgiving land! Or are you just a bunch of yellow feces that no one even wants to step on when you lay down on the ground?"

the air became silent, heavy. They were waiting for the reply from the Yellow Banner army.

Aden scoffed, he knew it was a desperate attempt by the losing army who had been beaten over and over for the past few months.

Aden glanced a bit at his friend, a frequent Muharezin for the Khanadi army.

"There is no need to follow their demand. Right, Nasser?" Aden said to his fellow cavalry who mounted a white horse, "We are the winning side, why would we have to answer their demand? we could just sweep them off for good."

"Yes, you are right. but there is no fun in that. Still, we have to follow the tradition." Nasser replied.

Aden saw Commander Akbar get out of the formation, he inspected all of his six thousand strong men at arms and shouted, "Which one of you would honor their challenge?"

"Hooah!" all of them shouted in unison, after that two men stepped forward—a spearman from the infantry and an archer from the archer unit.

Commander Akbar looked into the cavalry unit, "Anyone from the cavalry?"

"Hyah!" Nasser spurred his magnificent white horse down the dusted hill, displaying its strength and skill as he galloped around the soon-to-be battlefield.

He eventually returned to give Aden the reins before dismounting and striding confidently to the center of the battlefield—join the other two champions of the yellow banner. He was one of Khanadi's finest warriors, ready to prove his mettle in combat.

"Tsk, show off." Aden thought about keeping his white horse if he ever fell in the duel. It was a fine warhorse.

The yellow banner answered Yuza's army duel challenge by sending three of their best warrior out of curtsy and tradition— a single archer, a cavalryman, and a spearman infantry.

They met in the center of the battlefield, facing off each other on a spear distance.

"You are obviously unaware of your dire situation; you are greatly outnumbered here. Yield and we shall be merciful," the spearman champion spoke on behalf of The Khanadi's army.

"Or what?" A confident champion of the Yuza army scoffed.

"Or we will feed you to the vultures. Nothing personal, of course."

"Aye, you have outnumbered us in men, but we outnumbered you in balls," haughtily the strongest Yuza's champion mocked, refusing the term from the Khanadi's champion.

"Zeehahaha!" He bursted into laughter followed by his two champion comrades.

"After this, we shall fil n full your wives and daughters' wombs with our seeds." the haughty champion thrust his hips back and forth—they burst into laughter again.

the Khanadi champions were angry but still managed their composure.

"Talk's over," the Khanadi spearman vexed. "Let's see who's going to fil n full at the end of this battle. May the eyes of the cowards never sleep."

The haughty Yuza champion spat, He was too proud to even bother to reply to the saying tradition.

"Suit yourself." The Khanadi spearman pointed his spear toward the haughty champion, and pulled out combat stance—his two companions followed through— they unsheated their shamshirs.

The spearman champion was in the middle, his eyes fixed on the haughty Yuza's champion who drew his shamsir and raised his round shield.

Nasser and the archer champion each were beside him. They spread out and their eyes fixed on their opponent ahead.

The spearman lunged forward. made the first move. The haughty champion deflected his spear with a shield and swung his shamshir. The spearman used the momentum to keep his distance. The haughty champion only slashed the empty air with his shamshir.

Nasser and the archer champion also started engaging their opponent. The combatants moved with fluid grace, their movements a mesmerizing dance of skill and determination.

The sound of their clashes filled the air, a symphony of steel meeting steel and the resolute determination of combatants locked in a fierce struggle. Each combatant sought an advantage, their eyes fixed on their opponents with an unwavering focus, their every movement a calculated step towards victory.

although the Yuza's champions were battling a losing war, they could keep up with the Khanadi's champion in this duel.

Every combatant fought with an almost preternatural skill, their fighting prowess a testament to their years of training and unyielding dedication. Each strike and parry was executed with a precision that bordered on artistry, their movements a captivating display of the beauty and brutality of combat. As they battled, the ebb and flow of the fight painted a vivid portrait of the unyielding spirit and unspoken honor that drove them forward.

The Khanadi spearman sought an opening, he slipped his spear between the haughty champion's left arm and shield strap. The Khanadi spearman flung it away, leaving the haughtily champion with only his shamshir—now the tide of the duel has changed.

With a single feint, the Khanadi spearman was able to outmaneuver his opponent and stabbed his spear straight to the throat of his opponent, sending his enemy to his doom in the heat of the sand.

The spearman observed the duel. On his left, Nasser looked like he had the upper hand, contrary to the archer champion at his right. The archer was wounded on his shoulder.

The Khanadi spearman didn't waste time, he charged at the enemy on his right side—helping the overwhelmed archer champion—only to be blocked by their opponent's shield.

Aden watched the unfolding events from his vantage point atop a hill, where the third, fourth, and fifth light cavalry squadrons had taken position. To his flanks stood the first and second light cavalry units, their ranks intermingled with the archer battalions, while the infantry held firm on the slope below, forming an unyielding vanguard.

His gaze was transfixed on the duel unfolding before them, a contest of honor and skill that had initially pitted three champions from each side against one another. However, the tides had shifted, and now it was a clash of three against two as one of Yuza's champions succumbed to the blades of Nasser and his compatriot.

The duel had become a brutal dance of steel and sinew, each warrior's movements a testament to their unwavering determination and years of rigorous training. It was a matter of mere moments before one of Yuza's remaining champions fell, their lifeblood staining the soil beneath them, leaving the other grievously wounded.

With a resounding clash of blades, the Khanadi champions emerged victorious, their victory cries echoing across the battlefield like a rallying call to arms. The morale of the Khanadi army surged to new heights, their spirits buoyed by this encouraging prelude to the impending clash. A sense of confidence rippled through their ranks, bolstering their resolve as they prepared to face their enemies head-on.

The three Khanadi champions, their blades still glistening with the remnants of their hard-fought triumph, made their way back to their respective ranks, their heads held high and their steps infused with a newfound glory.

As Aden observed the scene, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his bannermen. The Khanadi warriors had proven their mettle, their unwavering spirit a beacon of hope in the face of the impending battle. With their muharezins' victory serving as a harbinger of things to come, the army's morale had been fortified, their resolve steeled for the challenges that lay ahead.

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