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Drahoslav and Ivona were enjoying their peaceful afternoon; yet, it was ruined when Tyral's pet came rushing over. Watching the scene of the owner tackling their dog, Drahoslav tilts his head in confusion and pulls the kitten closer to his chest. He was not going to let someone or some animal harm his newfound pet. He doesn't seem bothered by the wolf in front of him, the kitten, on the other hand, was hissing and spitting for the canine to go away. Ivona has finished braiding his hair, putting in a hair-tie in his hair to finish it. She chuckles at the scene going on in front of them, eyes laced with playfulness. "Look at you. Getting our beloved Saska riled up, and now, a wolf. You cause trouble wherever you go, Drahoslav." Hearing the man grumble made her giggle, giving him a teasing smack on his arm with the back of her hand, and she stood up. "Well, I didn't ask for anyone to be in my business. Let alone a damn Sakza knowing none of us wants to be here." Again, his tone was sharp, as yet he holds some truth to his words. No one really wanted to become a Maxius soldier, even if it becoming one comes with benefits. In the corner of Ivona's eyes, she can see Eliska approach them, which causes Ivona to take a few steps back. Not wanting to get caught in the verbal crossfire, she raises her hands to show that she's staying out of it. Her eyes were on Drahoslav, keeping an eye on him in case his anger snaps.

Drahoslav snorts upon hearing Eliska's words, and his eyes gleam with a bit of anger and mischievousness. "I haven't gotten the time to steal anyone's coin purses, my lady. Although," he tilts his head and a grin shows on his face, "I would be more eager to steal from yours when the time comes." Giving her a mocking boy, and his kitten hangs onto him desperately. He brings a hand over to the kitten, holding it up to give it support. "I find that rather offensive, dear. He's more of a sleek panther, not a tiger." Raising a brow, "Unless you've gotten colorblind, then I worry for your eyesight." Giving his final comeback while watching her depart, and he gives a small dip of his head in goodbye. His sights were on Ivona, and were about to say something to her when he sees their darling Sakza storming his way. "You're in deep shit now, Drahoslav. I can't help you with this one." Ivona shakes her head, stepping in beside him as the Sakza was nearing them. The Sakza wasn't alone, accompanied by her lackies that are normally there to boost her petty ego. "Oh by the gods, someone come kill me now before the she-devil arrives and curse me with her words." Ivona pats him on the shoulder, wishing him luck before skipping off to check on her horse. Drahoslav watches her leave, then back over to the other woman who approaches him. "Drahoslav, you've just created your grave, young man."

Drahoslav narrows his eyes in hostility towards the woman in front of him, protectively guarding the kitten that's in his arms now. "You don't threaten me even the slightest bit, Geza. The only reason why you got such a title is that your parents bribed the officials to make you have such a position. From what I know," his eyes held a dangerous glow, "you're a fake. A fraud. Always having someone with you to make yourself seem tough. Listen to my words carefully," he leans forward, wanting to be in her direct line of sight, his eyes locking onto hers. "You think you're the shit, but you're not. You're a weak little woman with nothing to show for. Has anyone seen you fight without your friends helping you out? No, they did not. If you threaten me again, I will personally kill you, and send you to the darkest pits of the Underworld my fucking self." Geza clenches her fist, eyes filled with anger. She starts creating a ball of lightning and was getting ready to kill him there, but one of her friends grabs her by the wrist. "Don't. If you fight him here, then both of you would be in trouble. Challenge him in the arena." She takes her friend's words, nodding her head, and smiles in Drahoslav's direction, "I'll challenge you to a duel, Magicless. Unless you're going to chicken out, then I would ac-" "-I accept the challenge." He says without backing down, even though he would be killed, at least he would be going down with dignity.

Unbeknownst to them, a crowd formed around them to see what's going on, but the crowd was mostly filled with Maxius soldiers. He hears many words of doubts about him surviving the duel due to his lack of magical skills, and hers was far better as well stronger than his. No one has seen Drahoslav's magic, and neither does he. Mostly everyone was on the Sakza's side, some were even pleading for him to back down from the challenge, but being the stubborn man he is, Drahoslav ignores them. "I accept." His words getting firm, declaring to the others that he wasn't going to stand down. With the duel set in place, he shoves his way through the crowd to drink at the local pub. He was intercepted when a little girl steps in front of him, pointing to the kitten on his shoulder, and shouts, "Kitty!" Seeing the little girl's happy expression, Drahoslav sighs before passing her the animal. "Take good care of him, little kibba. He's a good cat and very loyal. Treat him with respect." The girl excitedly scurries off with the kitten in her arms, and Drahoslav watches them go before continuing on his way to the tavern. After what he's been through, he certainly deserves a drink.