After having to wait for nearly a half hour while the city guards broke 
up a riot in the stands, Borosk and Drulk are each led to their prep rooms.  
As the time for the battle nears, they make their way down the corridor that 
leads to the Arena.


    Both fighters step into the Arena at the same time, and it is hard to 
tell them apart.  Both fighters are covered in black armor, which protects 
them and obscures their features.  With the armor on, both look very 
similar, the only difference being the half-dozen stones which float about 
Borosk's head.


    The Mul gladiator Drulk seems to be barely holding himself in check.  
After losing his last battle to one of the Disciples of the Stormhawk, he is 
eager to tear one of Tellafar's friends to pieces.  Holding his scimitar and 
longsword, he puts the blades through strong swings, readying himself for 
the imminent fight.


    At the other end of the Arena, Borosk steps through his doors.  Waiting 
patiently while they are announced, the fighter carries a scimitar in each 
hand.  As the announcer's voice dies away Borosk calls across to Drulk, 
"Well met.  May the best warrior win.  As he should always."  The 
representative of the Disciples in this mini-tourney looks slightly nervous, 
but resolute in his determination to win.


    With a roar, Drulk starts a sprint across the Arena floor, yelling out 
in fury.  Watching from the other end of the Arena, Borosk holds his 
position as the Mul rapidly closes the distance between them.


    Drulk quickly reaches his opponent, his swimitar arcing down at Borosk.  
The human fighter is ready for him though.  One of his scimitars slices out 
and Drulk.  The mul gladiator manages to twist his swing, partially 
deflecting Borosk's blade, but ruining his own attack.  Both swords miss 
their intended marks, slicing at each others' shoulders instead.  Drulk's 
however, is deflected with the sound of metal scraping on metal.  There is a 
tear in Borosk's armor, but no blood.


    Drulk's longsword is coming straight in, aiming for Borosk's gut.  
However, Borosk dodges a bit to the side, and Drulk's blade scrapes along 
Borosk's armor with a screech.


    With his opponent no longer in front of him, Drulk continues a couple 
steps forward before he manages to stop his charge.  He quickly spins around 
to face his enemy.


    Borosk brings his swords into action, sending them swirling about, 
razors in search of blood.  The scimitars dart forward repeatedly, and it is 
only his armor that blocks one of the hits, and a couple manage to slip 
through the plate mail, finding the flesh that rests beneath it.


    As the warriors square off, the crowd watches in near silence, waiting 
to see what will happen.  One slip on either fighters part could well cost 
him his life, and with the blood that seeps from the wounds already received 
it is only a matter of time before one of them gets tired, and sloppy.


    Drulk pauses for but a moment after recieving the cold touch of his 
opponent's steel, before launching another furry of blows high and low with 
his longsword, Blood. He hold his scimtar, Gore ready to parry Borosk's 
petty attempts to fight! "Enough play, little man! Time to die!!"


    Borosk doesn't seem particularly concerned with Drulk's pronouncement, 
and slashes forward repeatedly with the scimitar in his right hand.  The 
first slash slices in for Drulk's face, but the mul manages to deflect it at 
the last second.  Using the momentum from Drulk's parry, Borosk continues 
the swing, bringing it in at waist level, and slicing between Drulk's armor. 
  Bringing his other blade up he watches as Drulk moves to defend against 
it, then slices in with his original scimitar once again.


    Unfortunately, he isn't entirely able to stop the momentum of his other 
hand, and hits it with his first scimitar.  There is a metallic ring as the 
attack is deflected, but the mistake ruins Borosk's attack.  He just manages 
to get himself positioned to block a swipe from Blood, but Drulk uses 
Borosk's own technique on him, continuing the swing and slicing at the 
human's stomach.  The mul's attack has much less effect than Borosk's 
though, as it is deflected with another metallic ring.


    Neither combatant let's up his attack, as their blades slice the air 
between them.  Moving with amazing speed, Borosk's blades slip past Drulk's 
defenses repeatedly, drawing fresh gouts of blood.  Drulk is too slow to 
stop Borosk's first attack, and when he tries to bring his scimitar around 
to block the second he twists his wrist.  The mul grimaces as pain shoots up 
his arm, and his scimitar falls to the ground.  Seeing a good opportunity, 
Borosk slashes forward again, opening a third cut in his opponents hide.


    Drulk slashes forward with his longsword, but Borosk ducks to the side.  
The mul, expecting some resistance to his blade, stumbles forward.  Borosk 
spins around behind and prepares for an easy strike at Drulk's exposed back; 
but his wrist can no longer stand the strain of his rapid movements, and one 
of his scimitars also falls to the ground.


    As Drulk spins back around the two fighters face each other, their 
fallen weapons laying between them.


    Borosk curses and tries to ignore the stinging in his arm. He looks at 
his fallen blade and then to Drulk.  Slowly, holding his remaining blade 
defensively in front of him, Borosk backs away from his opponent.  As he 
does so, Drulk sees an opening and slashes at Borosk's injured hand.  His 
blade crashes down on it, but bounces off just like his previous attacks.


    The mul warrior tries to keep up with his retreating opponent, but 
Borosk moves with supernatural speed and soon outdistances his opponent.  
Once he gets about 30' away from Drulk, wings sprout from his cloak and he 
launches into the air.


    Borosk keeps rising into the air until he is sure that he is out of 
Drulk's magic negation reach.  Once safely up there he grins and waves at 
Drulk, then retrieves a gem from the pouch at his belt.  A glowing aura 
surrounds the warrior, and as it dies away Borosk flexes his injured wrist 
and smiles.  Reaching to his back he pulls out his bow.  With smooth 
movements he aims the bow, sending an arrow into Drulk's leg.


    On the ground below him, Drulk has pulled his own bow, but finds it 
impossible to use it with his injured wrist.  As Borosk's arrow stabs into 
his leg he gives up on that tactic, dropping the bow and reaching for an 
arrow.  Holding them like darts he throws two of them up at his opponent.  
The first misses, flying about a foot to the side of Borosk.  The second 
hits the warrior, but bounces off to no effect.


    Drulk then has to dodge to the side to avoid another arrow from above.  
It hits the dirt beside him, but Borosk is already drawing back for another 
shot.  However, he has positioned his hand wrong and the drawstring snaps 
against his wrist.  The arrow flies wide, and Borosk just manages to hold 
onto his bow.


    Drulk throws two more of his arrows, but both of them miss by several 
feet.


    Borosk manages to get things under control and takes a few seconds to 
calm himself before he reaches for another arrow.  The crowd by this time is 
booing at Borosk as he flies above, taking potshots at the mul below him.  
Borosk himself seems to share those views, but until Drulk yields he is 
determined to stay out of reach.


    Launching two more arrows, Borosk watches as they stab through Drulk's 
black armor.  The mul is staggering, and seemingly covered in blood, but he 
throws two more arrows, only to see them too bounce off his opponent and 
fall back to the ground.  As another of Borosk's arrows lodges itself in his 
right shoulder he sags, and calls up to Borosk, "You win.  I am defeated."