As the day continues into dusk, the last fight is preparing to begin.  
Today will feature two new competitors of the Games, Eyron the Archer and 
Fred, the thri-kreen warrior.  As the crowd finishes placing
their bets, a voice sounds over the crowd.  "Welcome all to the Arena!  For 
our last bout today, we present to you a warrior of such caliber that we 
have not seen in many years.  For your pleasure, I present to
you, FRED!!!"
    As the voice speaks, a pair of steel doors at the end of the Arena begin 
to open, revealing the thri-kreen warrior. In through a set of doors walks a 
thri-kreen; one of the insect warriors that the Arena has not seen for some 
time. Entering on his back legs, the contestant known as "Fred" stands some 
seven feet tall, while being half again as long. He looks up at the crowd, 
waving to them with his upper arms, while
mumbling the final words of a prayer and making arcane gestures with his 
others.
    As Fred continues his spellcasting, his opponent is announced.  "And 
now, his most worthy opponent, EYRON!!!"  Another set of doors opposite Fred 
begin to slide open, revealing a slender man who wields a long bow, already 
knocked with arrows.
     Eryon is dressed in chainmail and wears a helm that wraps around his 
head with broad cheek guards that leave only a T shaped slit in the helmet 
for him to see. It is covered with gems and other ornaments, and has a short 
crest with a tassel. He carries a strong recurved bow of ivory, and a quiver 
hangs on one hip alongside a swinging hammer on the other. A sling is 
wrapped around his right wrist, currently serving as a wrist guard against a 
snapping bowstring. Floating around his helmetedhead are a couple of stones. 
His black-skinned face grins from within the helmet and and his teeth shine 
in contrast with his ebony black skin. A very unusual feature of his is the 
fact that he is 6'3.
    As Fred’s words fade, blobs of something start to form around him; 
whizzing about, making his form indistinct; blocking view one moment but not 
the next. He also now seems to shimmer slightly like an object
seen in the heat haze of his desert homeland.
    Suddenly the voice booms, "Begin!"  With a blur of movement, Eyron 
releases four arrows, which streak towards his opponent.  The arrows follow 
their path, with three hitting only a few feet short of their
intended target.  The fourth hits the shimmering shield created by the 
thri-kreen, and spins off in a flare of color and sparks.
   "Fred" lets out a short series clicks before beggining to move at an 
extremely fast pace across the arena. As he does so, a disembodied voice
translates his words: "One out four; congratulations," it says, "now let's 
see if I can do better."
    Eryon turns and cuts sideways ignoring the thri-kreen while running in a 
flanking direction to his own right, towards Fred, his bowstring twanging 
repeatedly as he launches more arrows at his foe.
   It almost looks as though the thri-kreen is charging his opponent, in a 
whirling mass of arms, legs, and energy, but he draws up some 180' from his 
opponent, and his legs stop moving. The arms, however, continue and soon a 
multitude of small objects are flying from all four hands in graceful arcs 
towards the elf.
    As the first of many arrows crash forward into the mass of energy 
surrounding 'Fred', they are again knocked aside by some unknown force, two 
of them shattering against the hard ground.
    The horde of small objects hit next, a shining swarm of blunt weapons.  
As the first few hit their mark, loud grating sounds can be heard, as if the 
weapons were striking the stone wall instead of the
elven archer.  With a few more hits however, the sounds become less 
pronounced and more dull, thumping with great force against Eyron.  He tries 
to dodge, but fails because of the astonishing speed that the
weapons move at.  With a final lunge, he moves to the side, but is hit 
squarely in the head, sending him hurtling to the ground.
    The crowd watches momentarily, as the last two arrows are thrown from 
the air by the energy shield surrounding the thri-kreen, and then they wait 
for Eyron to rise and fight.  Nothing more happens for the
small archer however, and after several more moments the judges declare Fred 
the winner.