The lord stared at the creature, before giving it an equally evil smirk right back. "And I never said I was his champion. I would spit on the being that tried to give me such a title. If you truly are the First Blade, then you and your god know EXACTLY why I<em>HATE</em>him."<br/><br/>Devaguea took a deep breath, before taking a step back. "And I am not a warrior, but a caster. And I know that you are outright immune to spells. So instead, I name a champion, to fight in my stead against foes I can not, allowed by your own rules. As much as I detest the hypocrite that is your leader, I have little enmity for you, First Blade. But because I am not gimping you by using my dragon, I am putting an extra term on this fight. You have two minutes to down my champion. If she still fights after that, it is my victory."<br/><br/>He had the people set up a proper dueling ring, about sixty feet across or so, and the two fighters started about twenty feet across. Devaguea stayed in the middle, and glanced at both of them, unable to conceal his worry for his pregnant mate. "If you get to the point where you are about to die, go ahead and surrender, Sak'bas, I would rather lose the blade."