Jul Kan stood tall at the center of the gathering, her eyes meeting the gaze of the four tribe leaders. GreatTusk, IronBlood, RedClaw, and SilverHorn approached her, their expressions a mix of admiration and skepticism. They had witnessed her determination and resilience during the funeral gathering, but now she faced a new challenge—the acceptance of her leadership.

GreatTusk, a towering Orc with bulging muscles and a war hammer slung over his shoulder, spoke first. "Jul Kan, daughter of Dor Kan, your words are inspiring, but words alone cannot prove your worth. If you seek to unite our tribes, you must prove your strength."

IronBlood, clad in heavy iron armor that clanked with each step, crossed his arms over his chest. "We have witnessed your skill in battle, but facing the leaders of the tribes is a different matter. We demand a challenge, a test of your abilities."

RedClaw, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny, unsheathed his dual daggers and twirled them skillfully. "Jul Kan, we acknowledge your lineage, but the path to leadership is earned through combat. Show us what you are truly capable of."

SilverHorn, an Orc archer with a quiver of gleaming silver-tipped arrows strapped to her back, stepped forward, her bow at the ready. "Actions speak louder than words, Jul Kan. If you wish to lead us, you must face us in battle and prove that you are worthy of the Storm Bearer's legacy."

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Jul Kan, undeterred by the challenge, gripped her father's halberd firmly. "I accept your challenge," she declared, her voice steady and determined. "Let our battle be a testament to the strength and unity of our people."

The four tribe leaders nodded in approval, their skepticism slowly transforming into respect. They stepped back, giving Jul Kan the space to prepare herself for the upcoming trials.

Jul Kan took a deep breath, channeling the teachings of her father and the power of the storm within her. With a resolute gaze, she looked at each of the tribe leaders in turn.

"GreatTusk, your strength is unmatched, but I shall weather your blows with the fury of the tempest," she said, her voice unwavering.

"IronBlood, your armor may be impenetrable, but my lightning shall strike through your defenses," she continued, her eyes sparking with determination.

"RedClaw, your agility may be swift, but I shall match it with the speed and precision of the storm's lightning bolts," she declared, a fierce determination gleaming in her eyes.

"SilverHorn, your arrows may fly true, but I shall weave through the currents of wind, rendering them harmless," she stated, her voice filled with confidence.

The four tribe leaders exchanged glances, acknowledging the strength and conviction in Jul Kan's words. They readied themselves for the impending battle, recognizing that this moment would determine the course of their united future.

And so, the stage was set, the challengers poised to test Jul Kan's mettle. The air crackled with anticipation as the combatants prepared to clash, each driven by their own unique skills and abilities. The battle that would decide the fate of Greenfields and the unity of the Orc tribes was about to begin.