The Games of Saberhaven
Double Death vs. Bellow
Finally, the names are called!
At one end, Bellow steps forth, his six-and-a-half foot frame protected with gleaming elven chain and magical lionskin. His black eyes glitter, and his silver hair is hidden by a helm of engraved, glowing steel. His swords hang at his belt--he carries nothing in his hands. Bellow walks out a few steps, then folds his arms and smirks as he looks across the ring at his opponent.
At the other end, Donjonson, also known as Double Death, steps into the Arena, his cloak flowing behind him. He wears the awesome Coat of Arnd and the Crown of Might. Double Death grins ferally, steps forward, and concentrates. Slowly, his form begins to writhe and grow... His neck lengthens and thickens, he falls forward onto his hands and knees as they transform to powerful claws, wings sprout from his back and scales coat his skin as he grows and grows and grows...
After long seconds, a mighty black dragon, over a 100 feet long, rears back and roars! One section of the seats begins to riot as panicked fans stampede in fear... Guardsmen frantically try to quell the terrified crowd, but are having trouble containing them.
Double Death begins to stomp forward, his chest inflating as he readies a deadly breath attack!
Bellow seems unconcerned, and simply stands there, arms folded powerfully. "You pathetic mortals..." Bellow sneers. "So concerned with your outward forms, so convinced that bigger is better. Well, it is the INNER power that counts, fool... and despite your mighty form, your mind is as weak and small as it ever was."
Suddenly, Double Death stops in his tracks, and his gigantic serpentine eyes glaze over. His wings gently lower to rest on his back.
Bellow unfolds his arms and begins to stride across the Arena towards the monstrous form of Double Death, slowly, regally. The crowd is hushed... they don't know what to make of this. They expected a titanic battle, not a docile dragon and an unhurried and unconcerned half-demon.
Bellow walks up beside a huge black talon, and begins to utter words of power as he forms mystic gestures. His right hand begins to glow with an evil black power that crackles and hisses. Bellow calmly reaches out and brushes his unholy hand against Double Death's talon. The huge dragon form seems to stiffen for an instant, and Bellow smiles evilly.
Bellow steps back a few feet and studies his opponent with amusement. "Now, now... none of that," Bellow says. "You'll not be shaking off my influence so easily." Bellow narrows his eyes with concentration, then continues to regard Double Death for long seconds.
Finally, Bellow begins casting another spell, and points a finger at the dragon.
Double Death crumples in his tracks, his gigantic body smashing to the Arena floor. The fans can feel the impact in their seats. Then, the body begins to shrink slowly, until the human form of Donjonson lies still and prone on the ground.
Bellow raises his arms in victory! "I am Bellow! I am the greatest, most powerful combatant in the Tournament! ALL shall fall before me!"
The crowd goes crazy, eating Bellow's words like spun sugar! "BEL-LOW! BEL-LOW! BEL-LOW!" they chant, as the half-demon confidently exits the Arena. The healing priests and guardsmen rush onto the field to tend to the fallen Duke of Hell on Earth.
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