The dude’s got the heft, the armor, and a horse that packs a punch! Malric put up a good fight with his agility and skills, but let’s face it: Henricus has the superior defense and a weapon that could crush bone. --- As the sun blazes over the vast Plains of Calradia, the two warriors face off, the air thick with tension. Henricus, clad in his cataphract armor and seated upon his royal destrier, stands like an iron mountain. Malric, wielding a fearsome Dane axe, circles with the confidence of a true warrior, eyes blazing like a tempest. Henricus: "Ad astra per aspera!" he bellows in a booming Latin voice, his tone dripping with authority but utterly incomprehensible to Malric. Malric: "Caidreamh orm!" he shouts back, gripping his axe tight, his Gaelic words fired with passion and fury, unsure of what his opponent is saying. Malric lunges forward, unleashing his throwing axes with blinding speed. But Henricus, with the power of his armor and expertise in chamber blocking, deflects the missiles with his shield. Horse and rider are one, a fortress on the move. With a roar, Henricus charges, lance poised for a devastating couch lance maneuver. Malric tries to sidestep, aiming for a drop kick, but the Calradian Emperor’s horse, trained for battle, bites at Malric's leg in a show of loyalty and ferocity. Henricus: "Cervus vobiscum!" he yells, eyes set like flint. Realizing he’s on the back foot, Malric attempts to disarm the Emperor, but Henricus anticipates the move with a riposte, knocking Malric’s axe aside before following up with a brutal shield bash that sends Malric staggering back. The crowd gasps as Henricus, sensing victory, wheels his destrier around and charges once more. With a mighty heave, he lifts Malric off his feet, showcasing his strength. Malric struggles, trying to lift himself back into the fight, but it’s too late. With a swift, merciless motion, Henricus brings down his mace with bone-crushing power, smashing it into Malric's head. Henricus: "Imperium Calradianum!" he cries, his voice echoing as the dust settles. Malric collapses, defeated and outclassed. And as the dust settles on the battlefield, Henricus stands triumphant, a warrior without equal, the honor of the empire upheld.