"Pick your champion," Paul said staring at Inal who nodded.
"I pick Kael of Sietch Garan to be our champion," Inal said.
Silence spread in the room.
Naib Rauth slowly glanced towards Inal with a frown, but he decided not to speak up.
Stilgar remained silent. When he saw Rauth choose not to speak… he wanted to speak out but Dr. Kynes who had not spoken this entire meeting finally spoke.
"Kael is a dangerous individual, we must still maintain cooperation with House Atreides," she said, trying to settle the situation, but a tight frown appeared on Inal's face as he glanced at Kynes.
"He speaks boldly. It is only fair to see if he can prove it." Inal said, leaving the room still.
Naib Majes glanced around the room and observed no one else speaking up, so he tapped his cane on the ground, attracting the room's attention.
"Duke Paul has agreed, Summon Kael" Majes said and Naib Rauth nodded.
Paul was silent for several moments as they waited, and soon news of Kael's arrival reached the council room.
'Kael seems to be the best... perhaps a little more preparation would not hurt,' he thought as he glanced at the man who walked in before his eyes fell on the Melange tea.
Seemingly making up his mind, he grabbed the cup and drank it whole.
...
The stage was set in an opening within the rock terrain, with the dark jagged walls surrounding the area.
Several Fremen at various heights rested on the rocky terrain as he watched the central opening where Paul and Kael stood.
Paul was standing with Duncan for a few moments as Duncan briefed him on who he was fighting.
"He is a dual wielder and is considered the strongest amongst the Northern Sietches."
"I heard of him, back when I had come with the advanced team, Kael had fought nearly 18 warriors and won," Duncan said as Paul nodded.
"But you defeated Feyd, he is slightly easier," Duncan said with a small grin as he patted Paul's shoulder.
Paul nodded as he walked forward into the center, staring at Kael, quietly observing him.
He stood tall, his blue eyes staring at Paul as he held two crysknives.
Kael of Sietch Garan:
Paul himself held a crysknife as he stood waiting for Kael to make a move.
"May thy knife chip and shatter," Kael said as he used one of the knives to touch his forehead before his eyes became serious.
Paul was quiet for several moments.
'Best not to act like I am too familiar with their ways,' he thought as he did not repeat Kael's action, and that seemed to have annoyed Kael a little as he immediately sprang forward.
Charging towards Paul, the knife on his right ready to attack while the one in his left was towards his back, he thrusted the knife at Paul who was ready.
Shifting to his right, he stabbed towards Kael's stomach but he dodged.
Yet he did not give in, his style of attack was aggressive as he immediately threw a kick towards Paul's waist.
Paul was going to grab Kael's leg and lock him in place to make an easy attack, however, his vision blurred for a moment.
Felt like the world shifted.
As if moving a few seconds into the future, he saw Kael kicking his face with a flip of his body once he grabbed his leg.
His vision immediately returned to the present.
His eyes were wide, and his mind was disoriented.
Kael's leg did not wait for Paul to snap out of his state.
Paul grabbed control of his mind as his blurry eyes caught sight of Kael's leg just inches away from him.
But he could not move away.
The leg slammed against his waist, sending him tumbling to the ground.
He hit the stone hard.
For a moment, he just lay there, the pain sharp, spreading from his waist through his ribs.
Then the thing inside moved.
It clawed at the injury and the pain slowly began dissolving.
Kael did not let this chance go as he rushed towards Paul but.
Almost as if Paul had not experienced any pain or injury he got up, resting on his knee.
No hesitation. No grimace.
Kael's left hand holding the crysknife slashed towards Paul's throat.
Paul saw it coming and quickly jumped out of the way.
Standing a small distance away from Kael.
Paul felt his reality slip.
'It's the vision again,' the thought flashed through Paul's mind as he watched in silence as Kael rushed towards Paul.
He watched as the crysknife in his left hand inched closer in the vision, and just a moment later, the vision disappeared, and Kael had just turned around a small distance away from him.
Just like in the vision, he began charging towards Paul.
Right-handed crysknife attacking while the left-handed crysknife was hidden.
Paul waited for a moment.
The thing inside of him moved quickly, and it got rid of the familiar disorientation much faster than it did earlier, almost like it was adapting.
The right handed crysknife swung towards him but he deflected it, the blades scraped against each other.
Kael however kept moving forward, his left hand holding the secondary Crysknife already coming towards Paul.
But Paul knew this was happening as he threw a punch across his face.
It connected but it did not do much to slow him down, it was however enough to throw him off course as the crysknife found Pauls leg instead of his stomach.
Paul felt it go in but he did not move away.
His free hand moved quickly as he grabbed Kael's throat, bringing his crysknife back to him swiftly. Paul stabbed it through his heart.
All anybody saw was that Kael and Paul both froze.
The only difference was that Paul was standing straight as he pushed Kael away, causing him to take a few steps back before falling on his back.
A gasp escaped the lips of the fremen as they saw the result.
A Crysknife was stuck through Kael's chest.