A knock at the door brings Torgal back into his main chamber. Melanos peeks his head in before entering completely. "I came as soon as I heard. Security has been increased and the remaining two perpetrators will be found and hunted down. I'm sorry you had to deal with one yourself, Azok is outside waiting if you wish a personal bodyguard."

"That won't be necessary. Use him to find the remaining two." Torgal waves his hand at Melanos in a gesture of dismissal before turning towards the archway leading to his observation balcony. The crowd assembled was the largest Torgal had ever seen, not surprising considering the two combatants about to match skills. Torgal steps forward and projects his voice loudly to the assembled people. "Ladies and Gentlemen! We have for you two of the more popular combatants. Melquiades and Calathra!" The crowd roars its approval and many women in the audience push and shove their way to the front of the crowds, hoping to catch Melquiades' eye. A small group of halflings occupies the seating area above the western gate, excitedly casting bets on the upcoming match. Torgal seats himself in comfortably in his chair while the gates begin to open.

Calathra is the first to enter the arena. The small halfling strides confidently, her pet raven perched on her shoulder. The halflings gathered above her shout their support as coins continue to change hands. A figure bursts forth from the eastern gate and lunges into a diving roll. The crowd gasps as Melquiades comes up and produces three daggers from various places on his body. Casually he begins to juggle them with one hand.

With a silent word, the two break into motion. Calathra begins uttering the words to a spell and within seconds a glimmering shield forms in front of her, fading from view but leaving the unmistakable aura that it is still present. Melquiades quickly closes the gap, while maintaining his three daggers in a constant spin. Without breaking a stride he releases one from its arc and sends it sailing towards the halfling. The raven squawks loudly and takes flight mere seconds before the dagger hits the unseen barrier and careens of into the crowd. A scream can be heard as the dagger narrowly avoided a spectator. As Melquiades continues to close the words to another spell begin to form upon the lips of the halfling. Melquiades suddenly dives at the halfling. His body sails towards the small female and Calathra twists to the side in order to avoid a collision, a smile creases Melquiades face as he launches a second dagger at close range. The dagger buries itself in the halfling's side but before she can even let out a groan of pain Melquiades is standing, with rapier drawn and a dagger gripped in his off hand. His smile changes quickly though as Calathra's raven drops a summoned viper onto the head and neck of the flashy warrior-bard.

Calathra uses the distraction to her advantage and steps back away from Melquiades, already loading a bullet into her sling. The sling hums as she twirls it above her head, continuing to step back. Melquiades panics for but a second before he deftly removes the viper from his neck with the flick of his dagger, but not before the viper draws blood. Two severed pieces hit the ground and immediately dissolve into white vapors. He turns his attention back to the halfling only to have a round rock crash into his forehead. The warrior-bard's eyes glaze for a moment and gasps can be heard from the many females in the crowd as a trickle of blood runs down his forehead. Shaking his head Melquiades recovers quickly enough to avoid having a second stone hit him. The errant missile clacks against the stone wall behind him leaving a small chip in its surface. Melquiades lunges towards the halfling with his rapier leading the way. Calathra easily twists away from the blade as she begins the words to a third spell. As Melquiades passes by her, she unleashes a burst of cold energy, the frost ray slams into Melquiades' chest as he turns from his last attack. The cold freezes his breath and paleness envelops him. Melquiades grits his teeth and struggling to draw a breath he drives his rapier at the small figure again. Calathra twists to avoid the blade a second time but Melquiades reads the move and altering his attack slightly he cuts a deep line across the tiny gladiator's back. Calathra staggers forward from the strike, and continues for a few more steps before turning to face her assailant.

Melquiades struggles to breath and the injuries from the snake bite, bullet and spell begin to take their toll. With speed from practiced use, Calathra launches another sling bullet towards the warrior. Melquiades attempts to move aside, but with his injuries he stumbles slightly and takes the bullet in the shoulder. A gasp of pain escapes his lips and he clutches at the wound, dropping his dagger to do so. With renewed determination, or final desperation, Melquiades charges Calathra. The halfling steps aside and with a swiftness that few could see a dagger appeared in her hand and slices a thin line across Melquiades' side. Melquiades staggers forward a few steps before coming to a halt. With a proud look in his eyes he blows a kiss to the females in the crowd and turns to face the halfling. He nods towards Calathra and attempts a bow that ends with him collapsing in the dirt. A red shawl drifts down into the arena as the sounds of weeping admirers can be heard. The laughter and cheers of the gamblers quickly drown out the tears.

Torgal surveys the scene before quietly retiring to his chamber.