PONTAGAR: Under Shuach’s rule.
ARROGOND: Yes. For our own survival.
PONTAGAR: I understand.
CU on Pontagar as he considers. What –
On Pontagar’s hand, grasping a sword from the wall.
He tosses it to his father, who catches it.
ARROGOND: What –
PONTAGAR: Defend yourself, sir.
PONTAGAR: As a prince of the blood and master of justice both high and low in Erogenia under treaties and sacred oath of fealty and honor to our Erogenian alliance, I say you, Arrogond Timthan Elana, are an oathbreaker, an avowed traitor and an enemy. Defend yourself in sacred combat, and may the gods –
ARROGOND: This is nonsense! You can’t accuse me – you’re MY champion!