"Pit guests and those who have obtained entry illegally! To the former, welcome! To the latter, once you are caught you will be thrown into the Pit with the winner of the tonight's match for the execution of summary Justice, and the entertainment of paying customers."

With an unseen sign, the first great portal creaks open to reveal the form of the honorable Dwarven warrior Dis Loveth. "Either Dis Loveth will take great pleasure in applying his own brand of Justice to you miserable skins, or", he gestures to the other portal where the form of Flegmar, the troglodyte enters, "we will give Flegmar the Ravenous an extra helping of his supper." Flegmar rubs his stomach gleefully, pointing to potential candidates in the crowd…all of them seem rather obese, and very uncomfortable.

With a loud clearing of his throat, Dis Loveth brings attention back to himself by unfurling the scroll on which he has written his ritual challenge:

"I, Dis Loveth Of The Jarnack, have accepted your challenge and hereby present you with an ultimatum. Surrender now and you will not have to suffer and be humiliated, by me, your fellow warrior. If you refuse to surrender, I, with conscience clear, will defeat you and purify your soul. Pray to your god so he will accept your soul when you die a quick death. Know that my honor will safeguard this battle. . ."

Flegmar looks on in mock seriousness, nods as if considering the request, and then draws his finger slowly across his throat, pointing at the holy warrior.

The call comes from above. "Combatants, FIGHT!"

Flegmar steps back to the wall and gestures quickly, bringing up a shield of arcane protection just in time to deflect the blast of Dis Loveth's first pistol. The holy warrior is undaunted however as he continues his charge across the ring, firing off his second weapon which goes wide. Flegmar responds by calmly waiting for his foe, gesturing once more as his arms glow bluish and then, seemingly by strength of will, he blasts the charging holy warrior with a bolt or ebony, laced with azure.

Dis Loveth staggers but continues his charge, drawing his impressive greatsword and bringing it down with the cry: "Cuthbert! Aid me!". However the nimble lizard-warrior sidesteps the blow and then meets Dis Loveth's eyes with mystic intent.

Showing his open hands, he states. "I have no weapons, Dis Loveth. Face me honorably by casting aside your own."

A glazed look comes over the eyes of the holy warrior and, despite the calls from the crowd to ignore the foul suggestion, he nods his head. "I am bound by my honor, I shall defeat you solely with the strength of my faith and sinews!" Casting aside his mighty weapon, the Dwarven warrior launches a crushing blow with his clenched fist at his smiling opponent. A blow which bounces harmlessly off of mystical wards.

Flegmar steps into his opponent, bringing claws and teeth to bear as squeals of tooth on armor cause the audience to shrink back with a shiver. No sooner has the mighty Dis Loveth repelled this base assault however, than he rushes in and bears his startled opponent down to the sands of the floor, where the contest turns to one of pure wrestling.

The grappling continues, and begins to drag on. Cries and grunts can be heard from the tumbling figures, but little clarity of who might be ahead in the battle is evident.

Until, minutes later, Flegmar sits up over the form of his fallen foe. Pulling the scroll with Dis Loveth's challenge from his unconscious foe's belt, he tucks it into the top of his jerkin like a bib. Then taking two daggers from his belt, he begins working open the armor of Dis Loveth like the shell of a great lobster.

A swarm of disreputable looking observers rush the exit in obvious terror.