He stared in shock, before he tilted his head back, and screamed a word in Old Elven. A word of Power. A word that every Fae knew, and would stop to deal with.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">"CHALLENGE!"</span><br/><br/>It had hunderds of subtleties, most lost when it had become a human language, but Elwyrr had taught him several, including this one. This one was a one on one, champion to champion, to the death, no holds barred after they started. It also required both champions to disengage their allies, and deal with any that tried to interfere. He jumped up onto the wall, outlined himself in Faerie Fire, and screamed it again.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">"CHALLENGE!"</span>