"They should be friend. It is the grand opening of the arena and we get to see Valorien, a sort of famialiar face, take on Duingar, a seeming madman. Who knows what will happen, and to be honest who cares. I have made a pretty profit off of tonight's two events. Well let's not waste anymore time, the seats are packed and I can't fit anyone else in, so there is no money to be made there." Torgal steps toward the balcony where only seconds before Melanos stood. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Young and Old, tonight I finally bring you what you have all been waiting for. For almost three weeks I have been promising you blood, guts, tears and sweat and instead I bring you exhibition matches and semi-fights. Although they were good, they weren't what you wanted. So tonight we have two fights and now you get to see the real goods. In the first match we have Valorien BloodSteel," Several cheers can be heard throughout the crowd as Valorien's small contingent of fans yell their support. "And his opponent, the yet unknown Duingar," Cheers again course through the crowd, this time from those who wish Valorien pain and from those who are excited to finally see the match. "Without further delay I bring you the match," The crowd erupts into cheers and yells so deafing that small stone and rubble filter down from the ceiling. "I hope the ceiling doesn't collapse again." Torgal prays under his breath.

With Torgal's words finally spoken all eyes turn toward the eastern gate. As the gatekeepers slowly open them, sounds of coarse singing can be heard from within their depths. Curious and confused spectators look amongst themselves wondering who could be making them. A small figure with bright red hair struts out of the gate and takes his place. He continues to sing and grabs two throwing axes from his belt. Many dwarven women in the crowd blush and even more scowl as the words of his song catch their ears. Duingar casts a look around the arena before his eyes settle on the far gate and his song picks up volume.

The western gate opens and from within it dark depths comes an even darker figure. Many in the crowd begin to cheer as Valoroien begins his pre-fight ritual. Casting off his cloak, he lets the dark cloth settle to the ground behind him as he places both long blades in the sand in front of him. Drawing his bow, he nocks an arrow and takes aim at the small form of Duingar across the arena. With patiences he holds his arrow and aim firm until the command to fight is given.
From high up in his booth, Torgal yells the words that no one has heard, the words that allow the fight to begin. "Make it bloody, make it entertaining and make me money!"

The two figures leap into action. Before Valorien can release his arrow, Duingar starts racing forward as fast as his legs can carry him only to have the first of Valorien's arrows slam into his chest. The arrow bites deep and causes Duingar to miss a couple of notes and to slow pace for a moment. But only seconds pass before Duingar is at top speed, singing louder and running faster. Valorien releases his second arrow only to see it arc just above the onrushing dwarf's head. As Duingar approaches the drow, both arms come up and the wicked edges of his twin axes gleam in the torchlight. Duingar launches both axes moments before Valorien sets two more arrows into the air. The axes twirl in the air as the rip towards their target but at the last second, Valorien leaps high into the air in a flip, the axes sailing under his body. Valorien lands gently on both feet, his blades in hand.

"I'll remove your bloody legs for that you incestuous goblin!" the enraged dwarf yells, another arrow protruding from his abdomen. Hefting his battle axe in one hand and a hand axe in the other Duingar slows up his charge as he approaches the drow. Blood streaming from his two arrow wounds the dwarf only pauses for a second before he attacks the elf. Moving in fast the dwarf doesn't see the low swinging blade of the elf until it delivers yet another stinging blow to his chest. Valorien steps back quickly narrowly escaping the enraged dwarf's battle axe. A step slower and Duingar would have made good on his promise. The two combatant begin a slow circle of each other. Valorien untouched as of yet, Duingar bleeding from multiple wounds.

Simultaneously the two break into movement. Valorien swings one blade high, while thrusting with his second blade low. Duingar steps under the high blade swinging his battleaxe in a deadly arc only to be impaled on the lower blade. The impact causes his grip on his battleaxe to loosen and the axe goes sailing into the dirt. Duingar looks into Valorien's purple red eyes before he slides off the blade into a pool of his own blood. His hand axe still gripped in his other hand. The crowd erupts in a craze as the first true match has been fought and a clear winner steps forward.

"A little surprising wouldn't you say?" Torgal asks Melanos. "Seems we both lost money on this fight. Maybe I should hold off on betting until some understanding off their skills are known." Torgal hands Melanos a small pouch containing gold. "Give that to Valorien, congratulate him on the perfect fight."

Valorien - 450exp, 86gp, well done on the perfect fight. You receive a bonus award of 75gp.

Duingar - 125exp, 39gp, you also get an immediate and complete healing from the resident clerical staff.