Randorf said from behind a desk in front of the Press filled room. Sitting next to him was a Human holding a highly polished AGL World Championship belt over his shoulder. Nashkell, the Warlock looked around the room calmly as he studied each member of the press.

"Nashkell has nae opponent for thae end weeks card. And if you ask mae, ah think all thae Contender bae ducking him!" Randorf spoke with in a tone that made his aggravation very public.

A skinny elven reporter raises his hand and then spoke.

"But Baron, the Champion has yet to even defend his title. And he's been Champion for almost two months. So why would people have reason to be frightened of him?"

Nashkell showed no emotion at the comment, but the comment clearly fired Randorf up, especially coming from an Elf.

"Cause he bloody whooped up on Maxx, who everyone feared. Nashkell bae a tactical mastermind! Thae know when they fight him, it nute bae brawn versus brawn, but it bae his wits yae need ta defeat."

Nashkell spoke.

"The fact of the matter is all of us, myself included, was surprised to see Maxx fall that night. His skill was apparent, but I had time to study his moves, his reliance on a few skills, and having studied the history of the Yinn in battle, especially against Nordmaar, I was able to conceive and enact a series of tactics that kept his skills minimized while my own optimized. In the end my concept proved correct and the Slayer was defeated. Now I'm not saying that I am worthy of wearing this title, but I am willing to put my tact on the line. There are many in this league that can beat me on brute force alone... Luckily I don't rely on brute force. From the formation of the lands of Serpantol to the Baliforian armies pushing out the Marauder brutes, history is filled with the stories of those who can overcome odds to succeed...

We shall see how history remembers me."

The members of the press jotted furiously on their scrolls as Randorf stood.

"Thute bae all. Thanks ta yae all for cumen juss ta hear bad news. I would..."

A thick Nordmaar accent interrupted Randorf.

"Ah've cume ta fight."

One of the members of the press recognized him. "Torin! Great! Warlock versus Warlock!"

Randorf grinned.

"Ah'm nute ah Warlock, ah'm an Alchemist and ah'll thank yae to learn tha difference."

Noticing the scrapes on Torin's knuckles, the reporter understood he was more than just an alchemist as well.

"Waell, cune ah fight or nay?" Torin asked Randorf.

"Aye lad, aye. You cune fight em." Randorf said with a smile.

A Kender reporter raised his arm and spoke "Nashkell, you're going to fight now! Isn't that great?"

"I look forward to the challenge of facing someone born into a war experienced people such as the Nords. Raije would be pleased." Nashkell responded.

"Excellent, the Champion will face his top Contender Torin in ah Warlock versus War.. Alchemist match! See yae all at thae Arena." Randorf said with visions of gold in his head.