International War Tour

Match 4-Mongolia vs. Saudi Arabia

Ganjin Gerel woke from her long sleep. Her village in the outskirts of Ulaanbaatar was relatively busy today. They were all eager to get to the airport. Her fight with the warrior Shoja, of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, was bound to be attended by many Mongols and Saudis alike.

"Би яаж ийм ядарсан юм бэ? Би шөнийн 2 цаг хүртэл унтаагүй нь лавтай..."

She then looked at the clock on the wall of her bedroom. She realized she has stayed up until 2 am in the morning, training for the next fight.

Her messy hair swayed around her face. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. She walked to the bathroom, and brushed her teeth. She then went to the kitchen, had herself a bit of a boring breakfast; toast, eggs, and bit of coffee to help herself recover from the near-sleepless night she had... Then she checked the time again.

"өө новш! Би хоцорлоо!" Gerel was late! She rushed from her house, to the airport (which she actually lived nearby,) and barely managed to catch the last flight that was available to Reddisburg.

MEANWHILE, IN RIYADH...

The Warrior Shoja walked through the streets of Riyadh, KSA, towards the airport. His long keffiyeh flew in the wind, his scimitar already dropped off at Reddisburg by his friends who were helping him out with this whole thing.

He was a bit tired as he got situated on the plane. His wife Jamilah was there with him, too.    

"هل تعتقد أنني سأفعل جيدا؟" Shoja asked

Jamilah did not say anything. She simply nodded and scooched closer to him on the seat...

LATER...

Gerel breathed in a sigh of relief. "Энэ маш чухал үйл явдлыг өнгөрөөгүйдээ баяртай байна..."

She grabbed her Glaive from the booth, and walked into the waiting room.

After a couple hours, the two warriors walked into the arena to get ready for the battle. They got their flags flown and anthems sung, but you know what you're here for. Let's go.

Gerel ran into the fight, swinging her Glaive about left and right in a diagonal motion. Shoja was hit by one, but dodged the other. Gerel continued her assault, slicing at Shoja until he fought back by deflecting an attack with his Scimitar. He sliced at Gerel's armor with preciseness. Gerel countered with a stab to Shoja's stomach, wounding him a bit.

Shoja sliced at Gerel's chest, drawing blood through her armor. She spun around while swinging her Glaive in a motion similar to that of a tornado.

They were both very tired at this point.

Gerel and Shoja swung their weapons at each other, initiating a struggle. Gerel eventually won out, disarming Shoja before slicing his chest. He survived, but was surely knocked out for quite a bit.

Gerel raised her Glaive high, with her usual cry of "МОНГОЛ УЛС!!!!" Before she herself passed out.

(Yeah imma put the losers bracket in a separate chapter)