"I assume you have summoned me to watch this fight for a reason? You know I hold little respect for the hobgoblin and I have almost as little respect for you for allowing such unfair tactics in your glorious pit. I have watched valiant fighters succumb to the minions of that filth while you proclaim that it would be unfair for them to bring in the help of a faithful mount." Sharvista turns to face the archway leading out onto the balcony overlooking the arena.

"I see you have been talking to Dis Loveth. I am considering revising my policy on the use of animal companions. But not yet, I need to consider it carefully. Anyway, I have asked you to join me because I enjoy your company and I felt that you might be interested in this match. I have a good feeling about this Rannos. He seems to hide an inner strength." Torgal steps out toward the balcony and offers Sharvista a seat. "Red wine or white?"

"White," Sharvista seats herself with ladylike grace. "I understand you placed a bit of incentive on these matches with Crwag?" She practical spits the hobgoblin's name from her lips.

"I have offered a hundred gold to the individual that can defeat Crwag, and for each match that Crwag wins until that time he earns another twenty five gold. I expect that Crwag will become quite the rich hobgoblin. Maybe he will be able to afford to wash." Sharvista chuckles slightly at Torgal's comment. "Anyway let me announce that match and then we can talk, and hopefully we can come to terms on our differing views." Torgal approaches the balcony railing and looks out over the crowd of onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we have the filthy hobgoblin known as Crwag matching skill with the relative newcomer Rannos! Rannos and Crwag are both coming off previous victories and both will surely want to keep the winning streak alive. So let's cheer loud for them!" Torgal raises his arms into the air and the crowd cheers madly.

The two gates slowly open and the crowd's roar quiets. The first to glide forth from the eastern gate is the hobgoblin Crwag. Covered in dried blood and filth from his previous matches an almost visible odor exudes from his matted fur. The crowd above him is wearing the customary facemasks associated with those having to sit near him. Seconds later the dwarf Rannos enters the Pit. Bare-chested and covered in scars he steps towards the wall surrounding the Pit. Carefully running his hand along its surface, a lost look covers his face. He turns to face the hobgoblin across the arena from him lets out an intimidating yell. The crowd backs away from the wall above him.

With the unspoken signal from Torgal both combatants break into action. Crwag, remaining motionless begins to exert his silent will and a creature begins to take shape thirty feet from him. A spider like form except for the two front legs that contain nasty looking hooks. The creation begins to amble forward. Rannos hurriedly begins the words to a spell. With a satisfied grin he finishes and a slight blue aura covers his hands. Crwag immediately begins creation of a second spider-like creature with the same hooked legs. The first creation slowly circles Rannos waiting for the dwarf to make a move. With sudden determination Rannos steps around the spider and attempts to close the distance with Crwag while taking a bag into his right hand. The construct lashes out with its hooked legs and draws a fine line across the dwarf's calf. Rannos starts with pain and pulls his leg free and moving away from the construct, a shimmering wall keeping the constructs legs from reaching out again. The dwarf, transferring the blue aura from his hands to the bag launches it with unerring direction towards Crwag. The crowd holds its collective breath, as the bag breaks apart over the hobgoblin, somewhat surprised at the accuracy the dwarf exhibited over such a distance. Held firmly in place the hobgoblin begins the construction of yet a third creation, while his other two circle the dwarf. Rannos' eyes dart back and forth between the two constructs and begins to cast another spell. Both constructs lunge forward and while Rannos steps out of the way of one the second digs its clawed hooks into his legs, drawing blood. Rannos staggers attempting to maintain control of his spell and as he tumbles to the ground the blue aura encompasses his hands. Struggling back to his feet he carefully draws a spear from his back as one of the constructs dissolves into nothingness.

Crwag smiles evilly as he watches the dwarf struggle with his constructs, creating yet a fourth to punish this challenger of his arena supremacy. Rannos draws his arm back to launch the spear as the two remaining constructs and the newest one all bear down on him. Fending off two of them the third still manages to rake his legs and draw forth even more blood. The dwarf's woolen breeches are saturated with his blood and the pain seems to be wracking his body as his staggers slightly, but still maintains his footing. His dark eyes focus on the cowardly hobgoblin and he sends the spear flying. The blue aura from his hands spreads to the spear and with an unnatural accuracy the spear finds its mark. Crwag can only stare in shock as the spear embeds itself deeply into his chest, the point exploding out the back and severing his spine. Instantly the three remaining constructs dissolve into nothingness as the hobgoblin collapses to the ground.

"Hmmm… I really expected to see Crwag continue his winning streak. I guess I owe Rannos a hundred gold." Torgal turns to Sharvista, shock still registering on his face. "I guess you are happy to see the hobgoblin fail?"

A hard look crosses Sharvista's face. "I am never happy to see someone hurt, but yes I am happy to see this dwarf Rannos prevail." Sharvista stands from her chair and crosses the room towards the door. "Hopefully while he is being healed they will wash him." A smile lifts the corners of her mouth as she blesses Torgal with a final look before closing the door behind her.