Drulk v Kromis

	The crowd for today's fight is strangely subdued; they haven't really
got back into the swing of things after the long break. Neither of
today's competitors are favourites, either. Curiostity has brought most
of them. Drulk is a new-comer to the games, a mul from the hot world of
Athas, while his opponent is Kromis, defeated disappointly quickly when
he fought against Malakar. Maybe this time he'll do better.
	The Mayor lowers his arm for the fight to begin, and the two massive
doors at each end of the arena, 150 yards apart, swing open to reveal
the combatants.
	Drulk stands just over 6' in height. It's hard to tell anything else
about him as he's totally encased in a suit of midnight black full plate
mail. However, the size of the suit hints at some impressive musculature
below. He stands impassively with a longsword in one hand and a scimitar
in the other, waiting to size up his opponent. A long bow is carried
over one shoulder.
	Kromis seems to be the opposite, with the thin, waspish figure typical
of drow. As before he wears his crimson and dark green highland clothes,
augmented by some rideing leathers. A staff and bow lie across his back.
An earing in his left ear catches the light as he draws his longsword
and brings his shield into position. He adopts a defensive stance, sword
(glowing softly) back, pointing down toward Drulk, with his shield in
front of him. His feet face forward, with the left foot about a shoulder
width infront, his knees are slightly bent.
	He howls a warcry to the crowd; they respond with applause, for both
contestants, eager for the combat to begin.
	It does with the massive bulk of Drulk moving towards Kromis, picking
up speed as he crosses the arena. As he does so, he roars loudly and
declares, "Flee now, elfling. Drulk is in a good mood this day.
Surrender and Drulk will not kill you... today!"
	The momentum of Drulk's charge seems unstoppable, but Kromis isn't
fazed. He calmly dips a hand into a pouch and then proceeds to sprinkle
something over himself. As the dust settles Kromis begins to fade fromview.
	Drulk lets out a roar of annoyance, but continues charging, the crowd,
also boo the actions of the elf. However, as the mul nears the place
where his opponent vanished, Kromis suddenly reappears, a mere few feet
from the encased gladiator.
	Drulk immediately attacks his foe. The scimitar comes down in an
overhead chop, biting into Kromis' shoulder, while the longsword comes
around in a wide sweep, avoiding the elf's shield and sinking into soft
flesh. Kromis does not look at all pleased at this turn of events.
	But with a cunning look upon his face the elf pulls a small
rectangular object from his jacket and throws it to the ground between
the two competitors.
	Drulk's longsword follows the object, while at the same time keeping
Kromis covered. It, however, just sits on the ground, not showing any
inclination to do anything. Shrugging, but still on guard, he brings his
scimitar accross the drow's body, slicing open leather and flesh, and
making him gasp.
	Then the bloody sword is returning, opening another vicious wound.
Kromis seems extremely unsteady on his feet now.
	Drulk rises up above Kromis, obviously ready to deal the death blow. A
deep, booming bellow of laughter issues forth from the mul. "Now you
die, little elfling!! Blood and Gore, Blood and Gore!" He says.
	"No," replies Kromis, dropping his weapons to the ground. "You have
bettered me this day, and there is no need to write it further upon my
body. I yield."
	Drulk pauses, the dripping blade of "Gore" (his scimitar) held high
ready to deliver the final blow. Slowly he lowers the blade, and with
the back of his gauntleted hand, he raises his visor. "Drulk is in a
good mood today! Drulk will let you live. Remember always that Drulk is
better than little elflings." With that he strides off toward the exit
carrying "Blood" and "Gore", their blades dripping onto the sand.