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Well you have to give credit, the king is at least wise. Faysal when he challenged you, took to battle there and then on the scene. The sea king however, clearly cares for his subjects and his city, enough to not just engage you within his great hall. Even if it would make for the best symbolic statement to defeat you before the throne.
No, instead there is an old Atlantean amphitheater outside the palace, which itself has ample space within but also open ocean above. Well, relatively open all things considered, as all manner of sea life flood into the area. News of a royal challenge spreads on the waters fast, and though the seating of the amphitheater itself is reserved for the royal court, anywhere and everywhere above is free for any and all... at least in practice. The royal guards try to repel and break up any gatherings of citizens, but this is such a momentous event that there are just too many interested creatures.
<span class="mu-s">"We can do this... we can do this, right? Y-Yes... yes! Of course we can, God willing."</span> Faysal circles around your waist while nervously pacing, tripping over your tail more than once. You not at all worried about anything though, and give him confidence. <span class="mu-s">"God willing, I have seen what you can do. These creatures should be preparing to accept their new queen."</span>
As you stand at the center of the amphitheater in waiting (you didn't need anything to prepare), eventually trumpeting fanfare heralds the arrival of the king as a whole host of coordinated sea life swim ahead of him in beautiful, brilliant display. A complex formation and maneuvers of the sea knights, till finally the regent himself approaches, down into the amphitheater from the palace.
<span class="mu-r">"What will the Great Reclaimer choose, then? The challenge is yours to decide."</span>
Suited up in full Atlantean regalia, with smaller sea folk swimming about to make sure everything is affixed and secure in place, the king addresses you from across the amphitheater floor. Though you were prepared to just rush right for him and immediately start pounding his head into a pulp, it seems you have a choice in all this.
Plain and simple brute force is your nature, but the gathered sea peoples call out for their alternate preferences.
>Combat, of course! To submission or death, you'd have it no other way!
>A race! The ruins of the old Atlantean hippodrome are perfect for it!
>A debate! In true Atlantean fashion, let arguments of logic and reason... or of popular appeal and wordplay, determine who should rule!
>Some other contest, that you could imagine, and might be appropriate?
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