The Games of Saberhaven
Prince Kroobor vs. Panther
A strange mist enters out through Panther's doors, and the crowd hushes, this is not his usual. The well dressed draconian priest enter from the other side, a cloak flying out behind him and bracers on his wrists. A shimmering aura of green and purple flames surounds him. Held at the ready in his hands are his traditional rods.
The fight begins with Kroobor flying toward the mist that is Panther, while the mist flies toward the center of the Arena, gradually shaping into the form of a man until it is Panther running toward the center. Panther summons pinweels of fire and flicks them at Kroobor, searing the half-dragon's cloak. Looking annoyed, the priest reaches up and touches an ioun stone above his head and abruptly a cocoon of white light springs into being around him.
Panther charges forward and launches a flurry of katana slices at Kroobor, all of them striking the priest with the sound of metal hitting stone. Kroobor summons up deadly necromantic energy into the palm of his hand and grins at his opponent, showing all his teeth. He swipes forward with his claw, but misses terribly, Panther almost laughs in relief at this.
Rolling his eyes the half-dragon utters a word and his rods morph into double headed flails. He swings forward with them, smiling at the feel of his enemies fear. Panther spins his katanas in a circular defensive shield, keeping away all but one of the flails. The weaponmaster then strikes back with his katanas, but each strike the skin of Kroobor and stop. Kroobor, frustrated beyond belief, launches another series of attacks, but only barely manages to stay on his feet after the first swing. Panther begans to chuckle as he slashes again into Kroobor, and again strikes stone and finally strikes Kroobor's flesh, and promptly is burned from the acid surounding Kroobor.
Looking completly disgusted with his flails, he looks at the laughing Panther and says, "Cram it!" A beam of energy launches forth from his ring and freezes Panther in place. The priest uses the bought time and looks at one of his worthless flails. All his wounds vanish. Kroobor then beseeches Azuth for a boon, and a shimmering wall of colors springs up around Panther. As the prince rises up into the air, and casts another spell, light pours through the wall of force above him and surrounds him, making him glow like an angel. Panther looks up and shrugs, not sure what to do, then decides he's hurt and heals himself.
Above him Kroobor repeats his earlier chant and summons more power into himself. Panther looks up and around, then stares at his multicolored prison, deciding to touch it would be bad, he ponders what the hell to do. Kroobor looks down on the pondering Panther and casts a deadly spell.
Sitting in his odd prison, Panther feels an odd twitching in his arms and legs, he glances up, then he feels an odd tightness in his neck he mouths "o fu.." then his neck snaps. His body collapses on the floor. The prince floats to the ground dismissing his wall. He then nods for the healing priests to enter, then strides regally for the exit. The crowds cheers are half hearted, as the competitors bungled through the fight
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