Hi there Greg, Here is a completed fight for the site. Dantrag versus Silvara The Arena is abuzz with noise, bets being placed among heated discussions. Dantrag presents The Powers of the Dark, a well known and strong drow contingency but The Disciples of Stormhawk were a quick rising star and unlike Dantrag, Silvara had never lost. Both competitors were going to be powerful players here. Bets are lain swiftly on both of them while neither competitor seemed to be favored. Then the judges take their seats, and all bets stop in the blink of an eye as the gates start grinding open and the crowd starts cheering. The first gate swings open to reveal the contestant of the Disciples, Silvara Spellbinder. A beautiful elven female dressed in radiant snow white robes and cloak slowly walks forth. She is of slender build with golden hear and radiant blue eyes but walks with confidence and an air of power. She wears a silver criclet around her head and carries a staff in her hand. A silver-studded white leather belt with several pouches lies around her slender waist. Several stones glitter around her head, some stationary others circling. With great grace the elven mage almost dances toward her startingpoint and stands waiting, a slight smile around her lips. At the other end enters, Dantrag, of the Powers of the Dark. The Drow contingency is well known here in Saberhaven, and Dantrag promises to be a very tough opponent. He is clad head to toe in black robes, with an executioner's style hood. He walks through his door with a shimmering shield of grey whisps surrounding him, Ioun Stone whirling about his head. The drow necromancer also walks easily to his starting point and awaits the judges call. "BEGIN" Both spellcaster immediately swing into action. Dantrag's hand snaps up to touch an Ioun stone above his head but Silvara is much quicker. The elven mage meerly speaks a single word and a beam of grey light stabs at the necromancer. But the drow meerly laughes and a startled look crosses Silvara's face as the drow touches his stone and speaks a word of command making the stone flash. Both mages starts chanting and Silvara again finnishes her spell first, starting to fade just as a ball of fire erupts from the necromancers hands. The ball streaks straight at the place were the elf just stood and erupts with a terrible roar in a large blast of fire. A scream of pain is heard but when the smoke dispatches no body can be seen. A slight look of disapointment crosses the face of the necromancer as no body is revealed. He slowly looks around but nothing happens and he shrugs. Soft arcane silaby roll from his lips and a soft glow emits from his eyes for a moment as a sneer playes around his lips. Dantrag stand silently looking around while the crowd who was screaming and cheering at the fast battle begins to get restless. Just as the muttering changes into booing the Necromancer notices something and his hands snap up. He chants a few mystic words and another ball of flames shoots from his hands and explodes at the other side of the arena with a defening roar. Nothing happens for a moment but then Silvara apears suddenly, seemingly totally unharmed by the explosion she finnishes a spell of her own and five globes of energy dart from her outstreched hand and streak at the Necromancer. The first slams into some invissible barrier and dispatches but the second gets through, hits Dantrag, and does nothing. The dark elf doesn't even flinch. A look of worry crosses Silvara's face as she starts to doubt her spell but then the third missile roars in and slams full power into Dantrag who is knocked a step back. His eyes flare in anger as he mouthes a curse but that doesn't protect him against the second missile which also hits him full force. Dantrag starts to look shaken as the fifth missile arives but it also disapears without harming him and the Drow starts again motioning intricately, a look of pure hatred on his face. The audience is on the edge of their seats, watching the spell onslaught continue. Who will win? Advantages can shift each second when two powerfull spellcasters throw such devastating spells at one another. Neither wizard seems to notice the attention though as both consentrate on their spells. Silvara finnishes first and with a vicious sweep of her staff a ball of fire streaks straight for Dantrag. But just as the ball arives Dantrag finnishes his own spell and with a tremendous roar the firball detonates against an invisible barrier. The necromancer doesn't show the relieve he must be feeling but instead commences with jet another spell, a devious gleam in his eyes. Silvara frowns as her spell is rebounced by the invisible field but the quickly raises her hand and mutters a commandword and an Ioun stone around her head flashes. Dantrag seems unconcerned as his hands go through the motions of a spell and a soft green glow spreads across his arms and chest healing bruises and wounds as it passes. After a few moments the necromancer stands fully healed again with a smug look on his face. Surprised mutters come from the crowd but Silvara doesn't hesitate, she mutters a few arcane sylabe and gives a swipe with her staff, almost like chasing away a irritating bug, and five globes of magical force dart streight for the necromancer. Dantrag seems totally unconcerned and continues his own spellcastings. Untill the first globe reaches the invissible barrier.. And flies straight through! The drow's eyes widen in shock and he raises his hands as if to deflect the unstoppable missiles with his bare hands. But to no avail. One after the other the missiles punch through the wall and deliver their message of death. Dantrag is rocked about again and again and finally slumps to the ground, dead. The crowd roars and cheers as the judges declare Silvara the winner. The gracefull elven lady bows with a flourish, raises her hands in the air and suddenly a huge black hawk flies in the air surrounded by a torrent of lightningbolts. Silvara salutes the Stormhawk's symbol and walks out while the crowd goes wild.