Salga looked all in his glory as he, much higher than average in height and valour stood outside the Enotsi camp in Grohante. His body shone with glory and his well toned flesh was as hard as granite. His fists with which he had slain the fiends of Hojapro were clenched. Eyes like balls of fire and face like thunder, he pronounced loudly in a voice like the roar of lions, "Which one of ye is it that the Lord of Death hath chosen to take into his realm?".
In that deep voice of his was a mock tone. Making progress in slow but steady steps, Salga's nemesis was very soon in the light.
Irata had pounds of dynamite for flesh and iron maces for his bones. He was clad in a red loin cloth. Towering like Salga, looking like a miniature mountain, he advanced.
"Homage to the high bodied. O thou of the Glassera clan, who knoweth how Death is minded? Who can proclaim who is to be slain and who will victory smile upon? I utter not these words in a light heart. Thy time hath come. Do thou justice to thy weapons and make them not to fight for a flase cause. Surrender now. Not every enemy, O Salga is as fortunate to have an ultimatum issued to him"
"In worrying about justice to my arms, do thou not behave unjustly towards thy own weapons! Lift them now and put them to use o puissant one" said Salga.
Thus being addressed by each other, the illustrious tigers among men commenced their duel of arms. The power possessed Salga, mighty bodied, clad in body armour and mounted on a fancy chariot laughed heartily at his foe who was bare in body and had for his mobility only his hard feet.
"Knowest-thou that we of the Glasser country do not perpetuate acts of injustice, O foremost of the Stone family! O bull of the Latite clan! Wither be thy chariot and thy protection vest? I do but refuse to have an unfair advantage over thee. It behoveth me to beseech thee to take up armour and a vehicle lest a stain be smeared on the victory that I am about to cause to materialize over thee!"
The rock bodied one kept a calmer expression than his nemesis and pronounced these words unto that reflective one of the Glasser race:
"Most prominent of warriors! Wielder of great energy! By choosing for a guard for thy hard body and a wheeled carrier for motion, thou hast insulted that own bough of thine! Opting for a second chance while knowing the capabilities of thy body equaleth insulting it by disregarding its capacities. I have but the truth for my shield and hence none of the physical sense is required and I have but my righteousness for my carriage and hence none of the physical sense is required!"
As the war began, Salga, the greatest among the sword wielders and the foremost among the bowmen shot many a dart at his foe. The mighty and illustrious Irata, dodging every attempt of his, responded in his own shots.
The king of the stones then, commenced his great war dance, every step of which involved issuing an irrefutable blow to his enemy. Pound by pound, the Glass man's vehicle was destroyed. Armour, now he had none for that too had been destroyed by Irata.
Salga lay in the battlefield's dry soil without a car and an armour as Irata approached him.
Nearing his foe, the broad shouldered one, the prince of all Stones and the weilder of deadly arms, Irata, endowed with great energy and industry, roared like a lion and said these words:
"Oh, resplendent and puissant one, foremost of all warriors and deserving of all homage and oblation! Injustice thou hadst done to thy bough then and injustice thou hast done to thy bough now, for the articles thou hadst employed for thy protection are lying now, mingled with the dirt! In the name of the Creator, in the name of sparkling Etrats the star, in the name of the holy idol of Sjmriv, in the name of the purifying waters of Lucaes, in the name of sage Nesohc the Monk and in the name of the authencity of my very own clan, I proclaim onto thee, Sir, thou hast fallen and art fortune endowed bearing in mind that thou art still breathing, given thou art the vanquished. It can ne'er be proclaimed with certainty that thou still willst be when thy body falleth for the second time. The breath is far too desirable to be overshadowed by ego. Give up this quarrel. My focused darts point not at thee but at Saiktica, the feind who thou art so keen to defend. This war is but nominal and superficial as my real target is Saiktica and his three villainous sons, possessing the evilness of the wolf. It behoveth thee to renounce this victory and step aside for I will not harm thee but respectfully walk away as my Enotsi education hath taught me. My the thunder god strike me down to ashes if I lift as much as a stalk for thy damage in the future. Do thou not the injustice to thy energy by fighting a war that is not actually thine, O king!"
Gathering all the force he had, Salga, the hero in the defense of his friend, uttered,
"O scorcher of enemies and the oppressor of evil! O persecutor of the wrong, know for the truth that the Sun may renounce his glory, the earth may renounce her scent, the water may renounce its moisture and the tiger may renounce his savage attitude but ne'er will I renounce my victor status without actually having lost, after which I will voluntarily leave the world. It disagreeth with my clan's blood running in these arteries to give up a duel without fighting to my capacity. Desist from insulting the soul of my being by beseeching me to surrender and pick up thy sword O red skinned one and behead me if thou canst! I will resist thee with all my force and thou willst but move on when I merge with the soil I emerged from, Sir!"
Sensing by now that his efforts for a truce were fruitless, Irata caught the grip on his sword and bow and arrows and resumed fight with Salga.