'Summon these two ta me office. Now,' as she held out a paper for him.

The ogre took it and quickly ran out the door. Hegeta grinned slowly, 'Leas' someone knows who be in charge here.'

She looked out towards the arena, clasping her hands behind her as she heard the knocking on the doorway, the large Minotaur blocking almost every bit of it as he stood within. He cast a familiar glare. She was getting used to that, but none the less, she gritted her teeth and frowned. 'Ya wanted a match, ah got ya a match. So sit yer arse down 'til ah say otherwise.' The Minotaur scoffed and glared at her, 'You don't command me dwarf, so I suggest you watch your tone.'

Hegeta glared and a grin crossed her face, 'Ya belong ta tha league, an tha league is run by me an me uncle, so ya bes' start learnin' who is in charge 'ere! Now sit yer arse down!'

As she turned back around she saw the challenger enter into the doorway, her grin widening briefly. The sound of laughter was booming from behind her.

'Another elf? You can't be serious!'

'Aye, now quiet with ya. Reporters will be 'ere shortly, an nah one word is ta be spoken 'bout who ya will be fightin 'til ah say its time ta be letting the world know.'

She moved over towards the door, glancing at the two men and quickly opened it. Throngs of reporters rushed into the room, all hollering at once.

A dwarf hollers out, 'Mantaroth! Mantaroth! 'ow do ya feel 'bout fightin another twig? ' Mantaroth says (to the dwarven reporter), 'How do I feel? I feel like Algoron is all but doomed if the bravest among them is an elf I've already broken before the masses.' An elf frowns at the dwarf and mutters, 'He's not even a true elf!', casting a glare at Pae'tu.

A goblin pipes up from the back, 'Wez all doomed?'

The elf looks directly at Pae'tu, 'What makes you think an inbred like yourself can defeat this mass of meat?'

Mantaroth says 'When Mencius comes to claim this world, only those with enough strength and rage in their hearts will survive the fallout. I fear the majority of this world will not survive.'

Pae'tu says 'Mantaroth has yet to fight one whose grasp of magic surpasses his own. It's about time we saw how he does in that situation.'

A reporter from the Algoron Herald looks at Mantaroth, 'Little egotistical aren't you?'

Mantaroth says (to the reporter), 'The last person who called me that ended up dismembered. Maybe I didn't hear you right?' The reporter from the Algoron Herald tugs slightly on his collar, looking a bit uncomfortable, 'Little... egotistical?' The elf reporter looks at Pae'tu once more, scribbling away, 'And you think an inbred like yourself can master that magic?' Pae'tu turns his eyes casually toward the elf reporter. Pae'tu says 'I have for some time now. I also have the teachings of Gaar Volen, which this Minotaur cannot claim. '

A reporter from the Arkanian News hollers out, 'What's that got to do with anything, elf?'

Pae'tu says 'Everything.'

Hegeta stands back to the side, a small grin on her face. Mantaroth standing up slowly, glaring at the crowd, caused them to move back quickly into a tighter bunch with fear crossing their faces.

The reporter from the Arkanian News glances at Mantaroth and looks at Pae'tu, 'So are you going to die as well?'

Mantaroth says 'This line of questioning is pointless! You need look no further than the annals of this League to know I have already smote this elves ruin upon the arena floor once. I have never been defeated! Things will not be different this time around.' An ogre chuckles from the back of the room, 'He said anals.' Mantaroth's hands beginning to crackle ominously. Mantaroth says 'Who said that?' The ogre clears his throat and slinks into the back of the room. Pae'tu says 'It is always best to learn the limits of your opponent before you try, Minotaur. That was far from what can be given.'

Mantaroth says (to Pae'tu) 'Do you not understand, elf? You will not merely die.'

Pae'tu says 'As for dying, I don't plan on it.'

Mantaroth says (to Pae'tu) 'Your very SOUL will be forever bound to Mencius! You will know no rest!'

Pae'tu says (to Mantaroth Malhavoc) 'Rage has no hold over the calm of the Mistress. My soul was bound long before you were born.'

The reporter from the Algoron News looks at Pae'tu with vested interest, 'So if you happen to actually defeat this beast in the arena, what do you plan to do with the corpse?' Pae'tu says 'Perhaps a taxidermist could be put to use.'

Mantaroth reaches into his tabards and withdraws an object, holding it up before all to see. 'Gaze into your furture, and know it!'

Hegeta clears her throat and motions for the large ogres outside the door. 'That be 'nuff fer today! Tha res' ya cin be 'earin at tha fight!'. The large ogres quickly ushering out the reporters, a few being kicked out the door for lingering. A crowd of fans easily heard chanting Mantaroth's name over and over, save for the small voice of a kender being slightly heard at the doorway of the room hollering 'Pae'tu' before being abruptly cut off, as Hegeta slammed the door shut.