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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.