<strong>Tagging Shanira Treyan</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UJjInbp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Baron Cornelius Trunkenhammer<br/><br/>"Very well, a duel it is." The baron nods in approval. "I choose maces as our weapon. Meet me in the Exhibition Ring at dawn." He pauses and reconsiders. "Noonish."<br/><br/>The next day the place is packed! Nobles, guardsmen, supporters of both the Baron and the Aspirant pack the rings of the Manor District's arena. Typically used for jousting displays and fencing exhibitions, the Ring is now set up for a duel to determine whether Shanira Treyan will send the surly old Baron Trunkenhammer home licking his wounds, or be sent home to lick her own wounds and regroup.<br/><br/>The two square off, the loxodon's superior bulk obvious from the onset. He swings his mace two-handed with tremendous power for an old elephant, any one blow more than enough to break bones even through Shanira's armor. He pushes her back towards the wall of the arena, huge swings of his mace forcing the human woman to leap backwards, displaying her prowess and skill even in her heavy armor. But then a blow blips her and sends her staggering. Another nearly takes her head off! A third has her stumbling and falling backwards! Trunkenhammer adjusts his grip and brings his mace down in a crushing blow! ...on nothing. Shanira rolls out of the way at the last moment.<br/><br/>Displaying the quickness of youth and determination it is her turn to attack, raining quick blows on the old war elephant as he tries to regain his composure. He does after taking several blows, resuming his big swings again. But now Shanira seems to have the measure of him, and she dodges under a slow strike. Without hesitation, Shanira smashes the defiant loxodon between the eyes, making the venerable warrior stagger backwards. And then more. And more and like an old tree slowly falling over he topples to the ground, beaten.<br/><br/>There is a moment of complete silence, and then the crowd goes wild!<br/><br/>Shanira Treyan has defeated Baron Trunkenhammer!<br/><br/>The old loxodon is not much the worse for wear, a few quick healing spells and he is back on his feet, rubbing the bridge of his trunk and wincing. He extends his big grey hand to Shanira and shakes it, bowing to her. "Well and bravely fought." He concedes, raising Shanira's hand for the crowd, who cheer her again!<br/><br/>True to his word, the Baron retires from political life, abdicating his position as the leader of the Manor District. But does this leave Shanira in charge? We shall see....