The gates begin to slowly open and the assembled crowds over both entrances begin to cheer or boo depending on the combatant that should emerge. Crwag glides silently into the arena and no sooner has his body entered that his trademark stench follows. Suddenly he is showered with rotten vegetables as several young gentleman in the crowd emphasize their dislike of the hobgoblin. Torgal turns to Melanos, a severe look on his face, "Have those gentlemen locked up and drop some hints that they could end up in the Pit with Crwag for this outrage! I will not have my fighters treated as such no matter how much the crowd despises them!" Melanos quickly nods and is out into the corridor in mere seconds.

The crowd quickly quiets as the seats are flooded with security and the offending men are dragged out of the area. Looks of uncertainty cross the faces of the remaining attendants. Crwag remains passive through the entire ordeal. Doubtless the rotten vegetation will remain trapped in his fur for some time.

Melquiades is the next to burst into the arena. The ladies scream wildly and bemused expressions dance upon the faces of their husbands and escorts. The flashy fighter tumbles into the arena with practiced expertise. In one long fluid motion he produces three roses and sends them flying into the crowd. The ladies scrambled and one unfortunately lady stumbles to the edge of the wall in order to reach a flying rose, only to topple over. With almost unnatural speed Melquiades crosses the distance and deftly catches the lady in his arms. The young woman gives Melquiades a single glance before fainting with a smile on her face. Two clerics quickly enter to relieve Melquiades of the woman.

"Well, this couldn't have been a more exciting entrance" Torgal mumbles to himself.

The two fighters take their mark and the signal to begin flashes in their minds. Melquiades acts with his usual quickness and begins to race across the sand. Crwag remains motionless and astral energies begin to swirl in the center of the arena floor. Melquiades launches himself into a flip and at the height of his flip he sends a dagger flying. The dagger sails past the hobgoblin and sparks off the wall. Landing on his feet he charges across the arena, drawing his rapier he prepares to strike. His blade flashes as the summoned construct takes form, blood pours from the wound in Crwag's side and as quickly as the construct formed it dissolved. A snarl escapes the hobgoblins lips which quickly turns into a smile as Melquiades' rapier drops from his grip, the pommel shiny with a layer of slick grease.

Melquiades drops to a knee and tries to grasp his weapon to which he only fumbles again and again. Crwag steps back from the warrior and once again energy swirls in the arena and a form begins to take shape. Melquiades abandons hope of retrieving his rapier and produces a dagger from his boot. With a fluid motion he strikes upward at the hobgoblin and strikes his thigh. Crwag grins with the pain but this time the construct finishes, and a translucent beetle creature begins to advances on Melquiades. Two scythe like arms strike at the warrior-bard as he gets trapped between the hobgoblin and his new foe. He twists to the side to avoid one blade but the other strikes deep, gouging skin, muscle and bone. Melquiades rolls away from the construct and grabs his weapon, now clear of grease.

Melquiades flips to his feet and lashes out at the hobgoblin, drawing even more blood from the wounded Crwag. A second construct, similar to the first joins the fray, slashing out at the human warrior. Another long slash draws blood from Melquiades' back and the ladies in the crowd can be heard sobbing as their hero suffers at the hands of Crwag and his minions. The warrior bard concentrates on avoiding the attacks of the beetle creatures and as Crwag backs away the bard seizes the opportunity and strikes. His rapier slides easily through the tough hobgoblin hide and pierces some vital organs. The two constructs begin to dissolve and Crwag collapses to his knees. With a booted foot, Melquiades places it against the hobgoblin's chest and wrenches his blade free.
Melquiades stands tall as the women toss flowers and scarves down around him. Melquiades merely bows with a grin on his face.