"Did you manage to get the young duergar lady settled last night Melanos?" Torgal raises his glass of ale and stares at it. "I must have Amon prepare me some more of the fine ale he makes. You should try some if you get the chance." Torgal downs the last of his ale and places his mug on the table.

"To be honest ser, that duergar 'woman' settled down very quickly and she absolutely adored her accommodations. She was very taken with your charm ser." Melanos chuckles to himself. "Are we ready to start the fight ser?"

Torgal nods his head slowly, pondering some mysterious thought. Shaking his head Torgal rises and approaches the railing. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Today we have a fight between two dangerous opponents. Fresh off his win last night against Ghrimm, we have Valorien BloodSteel." Many voices in the crowd begin to cheer madly at the sound of Valorien's name. "His opponent, the warrior known as Fenriz the Wolf. He has a tough challenge in front of him as he tries to gain his first victory." There are more cheers from the crowd. "Let the fight begin!" Torgal steps away from the balcony and returns to his seat.

The eastern gate opens first as it always does. From within it depths, comes the cloaked figure of the drow. With his black cloak billowing out behind him he draws his bow and nocks his arrow, preparing for the upcoming match. The western gate opens wide as the tall muscular form of Fenriz strides out into the torchlight. Shouldering his large two-handed sword he glares across the battlefield at his victim. The crowd cheers on the two fighters as they sense the impending confrontation.

Within the blink of an eye, the two fighters flash into motion. Fenriz races across the arena his mind set on destroying the drow and ending his spells before they even begin. Valorien releases his first arrow and with it still in the air, draws and nocks another. The first arrow sails inches from Fenriz's ear. Without flinching Fenriz's mighty strides bring him within sword reach of Valorien. His mighty blade flashes steel at the face of Valorien. With only a second to react, Valorien tucks into a roll and comes up just to the side of the giant human. At point blank he releases his arrow into the Wolf. Fenriz flinches from the sting and brings his sword whistling around. Valorien already out of reach waves his hands in a quick gesture and all goes black for Fenriz. From within the blackness a blade tip reaches out and slices a thin line across Valorien's chest, tearing through his chain and biting into his flesh.

A little startled Valorien steps back and draws his two blades, weaving a pattern of death before him. With lightning speed he darts into the darkness with blades flashing. A muffled grunt is heard and the sound of metal on metal follows. The crowd waits expectantly as the two fight within the grasp of the globe of darkness. As the globe slowly makes it way across the floor, a lone blade can be seen lying in the dirt. The crowd gasps as they realize that Valorien has lost a blade. A mighty bellow escapes the blackness followed by a solid sound of metal ripping through metal, flesh and bone. Valorien's body comes flying out of the darkness, broken and nearly severed in two. The globe vanishes as the caster twitches on the ground, his life force spilling from him fast. Blood soaks the ground and the crowd goes strangely quiet.

"BLOODY HELL!! Get the clerics in there fast and call for Father Gorison! That boy looks messed!" Torgal and Melanos both spring into action while Fenriz stands above the drow looking at the destruction he has wrought.