Aethias chuckled loudly, a deep evil sound. "your challenges are accepted, we shall meet you on the field in a few moments, however..." the Death Knight stepped back, as Tyrranas stepped forward. His piercing gaze swept across the room, causing those it fell upon to quiver and stiffen in fear, before coming to rest on the two who accepted his knight's challenge. "Should you best my herald, or my second, then you have the opportunity to face me in combat... We will fight to the death. Should you prevail," Tyrranas drew frostmourne, the sword glowing with blue light, radiating power, causing all within the room to gasp in awe, "You shall be the wielder of frostmourne, the soul blade, the most powerful weapon in existaince." Tyrranas's voice changed and he spoke in an ancient archaic tongue, before translating, "He who wields this blade shall have power eternal...." after that, he leveled the blade at valarius and hunter. "Should you lose, you will not only die, but your soul will be bound within the blade until it is released..." after that ominous warning, Tyrranas turned and exited, followed by Kharajo. Aethias made one final statement. "In the arena, ten minutes." he said, then exited after Tyrranas and Kharajo.