Dranthur Vs Bruce Lee


The weather is bright and sunny, having been magically altered for the
most anticipated battle of the Tournament.  The stands are packed to capacity
as thousands watch eagerly to see who will prevail.  The master of body and
soul Bruce Lee, or the magical powerhouse that is Saint Dranthur Lioncrest
chosen Saint of the Lady of Magic.

The gong is hit and the audience hushes as the warriors step forward.
Each has battled through countless battles to stand before the judges
today.

Bruce Lee stands forward first, his muscles rippling as he strides forward
like a stalking panther, moving smoothly and silently.  A shimmering globe
surrounds him, the audience can only guess at what it is.

Stepping in from the other side is Saint Dranthur, he is a large human,
surprisingly young for the power that he wields.  He is dressed in the blue
robes of his goddess and has a staff in one hand, and a sword in the other.
His eyes glow with white light and a tangible aura of power surrounds him,
felt even in the stands.

People look down on the warriors with awe, waiting for the signal for
the most spectacular battle ever to take place.  The signal is given and combat
erupts.  Bruce Lee drops down on one knee and immediately unleashes two
arrows from his massive bow.  They spiral through the air, only to smash into the
ground as Saint Dranthur abruptly teleports 15 feet to his right.  Dranthur
studies the bubble around Bruce with a peculiar intensity, then begins a
lengthy casting, Bruce looks confident behind his bubble of force.  A
shimmering beam of green light leaps out form the Saint's finger and
strikes the globe, the globe flickers with energy then explodes in a shower of
green light. Bruce curses and sprints forward, knowing he has little time before
another deadly spell is cast.

The monk moves as quickly as he can, virtually a blur across the Arena as
he moves faster than should be humanly possible.  He abruptly decreases in
speed as his enemy vanishes from sight.  He glances about hurriedly, then
twists a ring on his finger.  He glances around then launches a flurry of
punches at an unseen target.  He then glances up at something about 20 feet
in the air and his eyes widen slightly.  Bruce Lee again twists his ring.
Saint Dranthur reappears, rapidly shrinking in height, till he is back to
his normal.  The Saint's mouth has a wry expression and an audible "Hmmm" is
heard.  Lee, again proving his speed, pulls out a pair of nunchaku
from his belt and begins spinning them expertly before attacking.  Dranthur
immediately disappears and reappears behind him, then plunges two blades
into the monk's back.  The blades go right through the monk's kidneys, neatly
skewing him.  Bruce Lee attempts to hold out against the pain, then his
robes flash blue and his wounds close up.  Dranthur seems prepared though, as he
snaps his fingers and utters a word, then once again he vanishes.

Bruce looks somewhat tired, his breathing is erratic and his eyes
glance about nervously.  Several minutes pass, and the crowd gives hearty boos to
Saint Dranthur, Bruce Lee keeps looking around and twists his ring. The
lull suddenly ends in a series of attacks that strike Bruce form behind.  He
stumbles forward, but does not seem to have sustained damage.  He finally
spies his opponent and launches a flying kick, but then slams into the ground,
apparently Dranthur's teleportation trick is getting the better of Bruce.
Bruce goes on the defensive once again as an invisible adversary attacks him.

Four more hits clang of his rock hard skin, but then huge gashes start to
appear all over his body as blades that must be at least 15 feet long shred
him.  In seconds Bruce's body is barely recognizable.  There is some muttered
words and Saint Dranthur stands tall and proud before the crowd.  Some of the
crowd boo, calling him a coward, but most people scream in ecstasy.  The
Saint takes a flourishing bow and then vanishes.