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Catherine pressed her lips together, "Please be careful."

[~echo~]

The dothraki man, normally so steely in facial expression, smiled at her reassuringly. "I'll be fine. He is simply too cocky for his own good."

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Catherine leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss, "Fight well, Akeson."

[~echo~]

"I will, my love," he sighed.

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Catherine stepped back beside Alexandra, "Do I have to watch the fight?"

[~echo~]

Alexandra hesitated. "I think you should. Khal Akeson would want you to see his might, I think."

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Catherine sighed, "I figured as much. Let us go, then."

[~echo~]

Khal Akeson was already preparing for the battle. His sword was being sharpened by a slave nearby and he was stretching.

(Could you play the guy he fights? He would be around twenty, something like that.)

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(Sure)

The other man, who was undoubtably younger and more cocky, was stretching and ruling up the other Dothraki, his guttural tones excited.

Catherine walked up and stood by Alexandria, her dark eyes worried.

[~echo~]

Khal Akeson stared at the younger man, preparing to fight. A large crowd was gathering to witness the battle for leadership of the khalasar.

Alexandra held the khaleesi's hand tightly, seemingly nervous although the khal didn't.

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Catherine gently stroked the back of her hand. She had to keep herself calm. Khal Akeson was strong. He could win.

The man smirked at the Khal, wielding his curved blade easily.

[~echo~]

Khal Akeson held up his blade, testing the blade against his finger and a spurt of blood came up. He nodded tightly and waited for the young man to make the first mood. Young boys were foolish and would often make a mistake early on which would make it easier for him to win.

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He lunged forward with a yell, his curved blade swinging out toward his chest.

[~echo~]

The Khal easily dodged the blow and then jabbed outward with the point of his scythe. His face was void of emotion and was a steely mask.

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The boy jumped back, his expression steely as he dodged.

Catherine inhaled sharply, closing her eyes.

[~echo~]

Khal Akeson went on the offensive now. He swung his curved blade towards the boy's stomach, then jumped back as he anticipated an attack. Again he swung, but lower this time and with more strength.

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The blade nicked his arm and the younger man scowled. He jumped back, glancing at the wound.

[~echo~]

Khal Akeson grinned a fierce grin and waited for the younger man to attack.

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He jumped forward with a yell of outrage, his curved blade slashing for the Khal's neck.

[~echo~]

He growled and swung his blade upwards to meet the boy's- the met with an obnoxious clang. Now it was a matter of who was strongest. Khal Akeson had the advantage of having had more time that the youngster to home his muscles, but the boy had advantageous youth. Khal Akeson pushed against the man's blade, straining every muscle in his body to overcome the bull-headed youth.