The beach
It was close to midday, but the Queen's private security escort had arrived the previous evening, securing the area and making sure that none of the rogue Manaagnwe Militia, the power in these lawless parts, were nearby.
Satisified that the location was secure, they had called in Aoife's team and the Sea Eagle VTOL had dropped her and more of her guards off, as well as another media team from the BBC. A Brytscop team had also made their way to the location, both teams with sets of cameras, eager to record what was bound to be another thrilling duel to the death.
The beach was long and sandy, and backed by jungles that led to high hills. Whether the elderly Colonel Armando Nuelle wished to fight a typical duel on the clear open beach or a battle of wits in the dark and steamy jungles, he would no doubt find the whole place to his satisfaction. What he did not know was that Aoife was a Hlasyctere, a graduate of the prestigious Fleet Sniper Academy, and was more than ready to take him on.
A small party waited out on the wide open beach to meet the Colonel and discuss the terms of the duel before beginning. The Colonel had already been publicly promised that, unless he were to attempt to break the terms of the duel, he would not be harmed or impeded by anyone other than Quee Aoife herself. The beach had been tamped down and was clearly marked with flares so that the Colonel could arrive safely, whether by plane or by boat.