As Sir Levi steps into the Arena on this bright morning, the crowd
erupts into yelling.  They don't seem particularly happy to see the paladin,
having been expecting to see the first fight of the mini-tourney.

    Sir Levi, resplendent in his plate mail, stands with his shield in hand,
but his sword still in it's sheath at his waist.  His crossbow is loaded and
slung on his back.  His unkempt hair swirls in the light morning breeze as
he stands, seemingly unmindful of the crowd, waiting for his opponent.

    The paladin doesn't have long to wait, as Aurablade steps out of the
opposite doors.  The elves, for there are 6 duplicate images of Aurablade,
are dressed all in blue and covered in light blue flames.  Standing as tall
as his opponent, Aurablade has a scimitar at his belt, and a large hammer
strapped to his back.  As he steps through the door, and the announcer
declares the beginning of the fight, he finishes the last words of a spell.
However, there doesn't seem to be any effect.

    As soon as the fight starts, Sir Levi begins walking across the Arena
towards his elven foe.  Still holding his shield in his off-hand, Sir Levi
draws his sword and lifts it in a brief salute to his opponent.  His
cultured tenor voice echoes across to Aurablade as he says, "I hope you
understand, this is nothing personal.  Come, let us meet in battle on terms
of honor."

    So saying, Sir Levi continues advancing towards the center of the Arena.
  Almost in response to the paladin, Aurablade begins jogging towards the
Arena's center.  The elf is obviously hasted, as he quickly reaches the
Arena's center, and stops to wait for the paladin to get there.

    Then, inexplicably, Aurablade turns and jogs about 130 feet back towards
his entrance to the Arena.  He then stops and turns again to face his
opponent.  As he does so, he reaches back with his left had to grasp the
handle of his hammer.  With a quick, well-practiced tug, he frees it from
its holster and pulls it over his shoulder.  "A battle on terms of honor
allows only magic as a weapon.  You do not look like you will limit yourself
to spells and I will not be so constrained either."  Following his words
with actions, Aurablade hurls the brightly glowing weapon at the oncoming
Paladin.

    Sir Levi, who had broken into a charge to chase after the retreating
warrior, is struck full in the chest by the flying hammer.  It's strike
resounds throughout the Arena, seeming like a peal of thunder briefly
drowning out the cheers of the crowd.  Sir Levi sumbles back, obviously
stunned by the force of the blow.  His sword and shield dangle in his hands,
seemingly forgotten.

    While Sir Levi tries to gather his wits, Aurablade runs back towards the
paladin, drawing a scimitar and dagger as he goes.  The paladin barely seems
to realize the imminent danger, and by the time he raises the shield
Aurablade is already upon him.  His scimitar slashes forward repeatedly,
twice slipping between the grooves of his opponents armor.  The wounds are
not apparent, but everyone in the crowd can see the massive amounts of blood
that pour over Sir Levi's plate mail.

    And then it is over.  Stabbing forward with his dagger Aurablade
finishes the paladin, who collapses forward againt the moon elf.  As the
light leaves his eyes he slips away from Aurablade and collapses to the
ground.

    After a few moments, when it becomes apparent that Sir Levi is indeed
finished, the judges announce Aurablade the winner.

    Aurablade watches as the armored man slides to the ground.  With a look
of remorse, he returns his dagger to his bandoleer and holds his empty hand
up for a moment before his hammer appears there.  He then returns the weapon
to its holster and sheathes his scimitar.  "I warned you good Sir Levi," he
says to the body on the ground.  "I hope you were prepared for this."

Looking up, he waves to the crowd once, and then makes his way to the exit.