First to enter is Whisper. His dark demeanour and blood-red eyes are clear indications of his wickedness. "I look forward to rending the flesh of this rookie!", he cackles. Dairon Gold then enters. He wears no armor, but he carries a finely crafted longbow on his back. This young man in his twenties looks inexperienced, yet somehow dangerous.

Whisper acts first, casting a stone before him and shrouding himself in darkness. With a trick of his own, Dairon chants a few incantations of magic and disappears from sight. Ultrann mutters to Torgal, "Hmm, I hope this little game of hide-and-seek does not last long. The crowd is sure to turn if nothing happens soon! I hope I am not forced to intervene…"

About five long seconds pass, and nothing happens. The crowd starts to get restless and some boos are heard. About ten seconds after their disappearing acts, a snarling hyena with glowing red eyes appears near the middle of the arena. It begins to sniff for a sign of its prey, and it suddenly seems to have found something!

The devil-dog makes a quick dash at something and apparently knocks it down and proceeds to bite at it. At the same time, another fiendish hyena appears and joins its companion. It too chomps down on something unseen, but something that is now bleeding on the dirt floor. Soon after, another devil-dog appears and joins its brethren.

Two of the hyenas appear to have locked onto the scent of its prey, but they both miss in their attacks. The third seems unable to pick the scent up. A faint but audible chuckle is heard from an unknown location within the arena, but presumably it is the dark conjurer, Whisper.

Suddenly, Dairon Gold appears, bloodied and bruised. Muttering a few words of magic, a multi-coloured blast arches out from his fingers, covering a wide arc of the arena. Two of the hyenas appear struck with blindness, while the third does not. An invisible form was also briefly revealed during the spray, but it quickly returns to its unseen state.

The unblinded dog disappears, its time on this Plane over. However, a devil-rat takes its place and rushes to attack the now-visible prey, Dairon Gold. It bites at him, but misses. He begins to walk back towards the nearest wall, incanting more words of magic. Another fiendish dire rat appears and attacks, but both miss. Dairon steps against the wall and strikes his quarterstaff against the skull of the recently-appearing fiend, smashing its head through and through. Yet another hell-rat appears, but strikes an invisible force on its attack. Dairon utters some more words of magic, with no apparent effect.

While one rat disappears, another comes forth from nothingness. Like its fellow demon-spawn, they are unable to penetrate their prey's mystical defenses. Dairon lets his quarterstaff loose again, killing the newest dire rat with a mighty blow. Yet another dire rat appears and manages to bite Dairon by way of an attack from the side. Another bite wound to add to the earlier ones, and Dairon bleeds some more. His skin has become pasty-white. He swings his staff, connecting at the one that made him bleed, but he does not kill it. Again, the rats attack, but are unable to draw blood. Dairon strikes at the wounded one, killing it.

As the last of Whisper's summoned beasts disappears, Whisper himself appears. "You have killed some of my pretties, but I will finish the job myself!" With that, he launches a crossbow bolt, which deflects off an invisible barrier in front of Dairon. Whisper mutters curses under his foul breath. Dairon invokes some words of magic, and two streaks of magical energy streak forth, striking Whisper squarely in the chest. Wounded but undaunted, Whisper reloads his crossbow and fires off another bolt (to no avail). Dairon pulls his longbow from his side and lets a missile of his own loose. It too misses.

Whisper and Dairon trade a few missed arrows from about 30 feet apart. Suddenly, Whisper lets loose a bolt that streaks forth and penetrates through the mystical barriers before him. Dairon is stuck with a bolt squarely at his heart. A look of horror crosses Dairon's face, and Whisper begins an evil laugh. But Dairon looks down at the bolt, looks up, smiles and starts a laugh of his own. "Yet another trick up my masterful sleeve, my devil-dog of an opponent!" Whisper's jaw drops as Dairon lets loose an arrow that strikes Whisper in the right shoulder joint. The arrow head pierces a major artery, letting blood spray in a 5-foot arc, as the devilish one collapses unconscious to the floor of the Pit.

Ultrann stands and calls the match to an end. "A little beginner's luck, I see. It is perhaps a good thing I didn't have to intervene!"

Dairon: You barely survived this one. Let's hope more than luck keeps you alive in the future.

Whisper: Your summoned creatures were doing a decent number on him, but you just couldn't deliver the final blow.