The crowd above the east gate cheers loudly as the sounds of clanking armor can be heard from down the entrance corridor. Signaling the arrival of the noble dwarf known as Dis Loveth of the Jarnack. The crowd gasps slightly as the warrior enters the arena not on foot but on the back of a magnificent horse. Dis Loveth dismounts the grand beast and withdraws his mighty sword from a scabbard attached to the horses saddle. Plunging the blade into the ground he turns first to the crowd and gives a salute with his gauntleted right hand before sending his mount back into the entrance corridor.

A dirty figure steps forth from the darkness of the western gate and merely stands motionless, eyes focused inwards on the task before him. The crowd was prepared for him this time as many can be seen with various colored cloth covering their mouths and noses. The cheering seems more subdued at this end of the arena but most likely to prevent the inhalation of the rancid air.

''Hobgoblin," the dwarf practically spits the words out, "the church finds you guilty of the lack of honor, the lack of common sense and the improper use of psionic powers. As the judge, the jury and the executioner of this church, I hereby sentence you to your death in the pit. May your soul rest in hell." With the words spoken Dis Loveth draws forth his two pistols and levels them at the hobgoblin. Crwag merely smiles with contempt.

Almost immediately upon being given the unheard signal a shape begins to form in front of the hobgoblin. Within moments the translucent but solid shape of a spider begins to advance on the dwarf, charging across the arena floor. Dis Loveth barely pays attention as he pulls the firing pin of his pistol. A loud crack reverberates around the chamber. Crwag's eyes widen as a small metal bullet lodges itself in his abdomen, just below the surface of his skin. Dis Loveth tosses the weapon to his side and brings the second one to bear.

Crwag eyes glaze as his concentration shifts to a different plane of existence and yet another form begins to materialize in front of him, taking on the shape of a spider as well. The first spider construct lashes out at the dwarf, attempting to entwine his legs and bring the mighty warrior down. Dis Loveth steps out of the way but his aim is ruined as the loud crack sends another bullet soaring into the wall behind the hobgoblin. The dwarven warrior tosses the second pistol aside and pulls his blade from the ground sending sand flying. "Your toys won't protect you from the vengeance of my god!"

The air begins to shimmer a third time as yet another construct takes shape. The two in front of the hobgoblin begin to advance, making sure the path to their creator remains blocked. Dis Loveth begins to move around the first construct in his path, careful to avoid drawing an attack. The spider lashes out anyway and catches the dwarf armor. The solidly built warrior merely kicks the creature back. The creature slowly dissolves as his time on this plane expires. Dis Loveth continues his advance towards the master of these creatures.

The two remaining spiders advance upon the dwarf and as soon as they reach striking distance they both lash out, one circling left and the other to Dis Loveth's right. Caught in a flanking position the spiders go to work on trying to bring the dwarf down. One strikes at his legs and pincers bite deep into the unprotected flesh of his knee while the other wraps its legs about the dwarf's limbs in a successful attempt to bring the dwarf to the ground. Dis Loveth collapses in the dust, both creatures crawling on him. A newly constructed crab joins the battle and strikes at the prone dwarf, drawing red blood from the dwarf's shoulder. Dis Loveth scrambles away from the constructs only to be scratched again by the crab, a thin line of blood running from a leg wound. Gaining his footing the dwarf warily watches the constructs, noticing an opening the dwarf brings his large sword down upon the crab, the blade shatters the creature sending translucent shards of astral material across the floor. A spider constructs dissolves as it expires. Dis Loveth grins as his odds just got better.

Crwag remains focused as a fifth construct appears before him. With silent commands the spider form races off to attack the dwarf. The construct slams into Dis Loveth in an attempt to bring him down. The attempt fails as Dis Loveth stands his ground and merely shrugs the construct off. The other construct attempts to entangle the dwarf's mighty legs but fails miserably. It slowly dissolves back into the astral plane.

Dis Loveth maneuvers around the construct fending off its retaliatory strike and closing the distance between himself and the hobgoblin mystic. The crowd holds their breath as Crwag remains motionless and conjures a sixth construct to block the path of the dwarf. The spider construct lunges at the legs of the dwarf slamming into them and unbalancing the dwarven warrior. Dis Loveth hits the ground with a grunt as the spider construct behind him climbs onto his back and sinks its pincer fangs into the dwarf's meaty neck. Dis Loveth rolls onto his back and pins the spider to the ground, at which point it dissolves, and kicks the other one from his legs. Standing to face the hobgoblin, a bright gleam crosses Dis Loveth eyes as his prize is mere feet away. With a mighty swing he destroys the remaining construct and for a brief moment something other than calm focus appears in the hobgoblin's eyes.

With sudden movement Crwag is gone from his position, gliding effortlessly across the surface of the arena floor and draws his crossbow from his side. Pulling the weapon up he levels it at the dwarf and releases a bolt straight for the dwarf's chest. Dis Loveth twists slightly and the bolt glances off his breastplate, leaving a slight gouge across the polished surface. Dis Loveth roars in frustration at the hobgoblin and charges forward, both hands gripping his sword and bringing it up for a mighty swing. The hobgoblin attempts to move aside but only glides directly into the path of the onrushing dwarf. With frustration and anger built up after going through so many constructs the dwarf's sword rips into the hobgoblin sending small chunks of flesh and blood flying through the air. The hobgoblin staggers back from the blow but remains focused through the awful pain.

A seventh construct begins to appear directly behind the dwarf, a crab shaped monstrosity born from the mind of the severely wounded hobgoblin. Crwag slowly backs away from the dwarf, an animalistic sneer on his face, exposing sharp canines. The crab construct moves forward and drives a twisted claw through the back of the dwarf. A second claw follows the first and rips into the dwarf as well. Dis Loveth screams in agony as the construct aggravates the wounds. The dwarf stumbles forward off the claws of the crab and stumbles forward toward the hobgoblin, biting through pain and tears. With a mighty bellow his sword arcs towards the hobgoblin who merely glides back, leaving a puddle of blood in his wake. The sword digs deep into the ground sending vibrations through the arena. Crwag uses this moment to retreat even further away gliding at top speed to the opposite side of the arena.

Dis Loveth yanks his sword free and turns towards the retreating hobgoblin. "You can't run from the justice of my god you filthy scum!" Crwag answers back with a long range shot from his crossbow that flies wide. Dis Loveth charges across arena, dirt kicking up behind him, his sword leading the way. Crwag unloads another crossbow bolt, this time with deadly accuracy. The crowd gasps in utter shock as Dis Loveth tumbles into the dirt. When the dust settles the bolt can be seen protruding from his eye, blood running freely into the sand. The shock slowly turns into uncertain cheers as the crowd begins to go wild.

Torgal rises from his chair and once again speaks to the masses. The crowd begins to quiet down. "It seems that the hobgoblin filth…" Torgal turns to Crwag "No offense." Turning back to the crowd he continues, "has kept his unbeaten streak alive. I've decided to award one hundred gold pieces extra to the warrior that can defeat this beast. Of course to be fair, I will be awarding twenty-five gold extra for every match that Crwag maintains his supremacy." Torgal turns as the crowd cheers the unexpected decision of the arena master.