Torgal opens the door to his private booth and boldly strides into the room. Melanos is already seated in his chair to the left of Torgal's. Melanos turns his head and starts to stand. "Don't get up Melanos. Have you had a chance to try some of the ale Amon sent up?" Torgal flops down into his cushioned chair and immediately pours himself a glass of the exotic ale.

"Nay, can't say that I have. Do you realize that Tabuto has been down in the arena for several minutes entertaining the crowd with his display of martial arts?" Melanos accepts a glass of the ale from Torgal and takes a long draw on it. "My goodness! This stuff is wonderful, where did Amon get this stuff?" Melanos turns expectantly towards his master.

"He makes it himself. And to answer your other question yes I do realize that he has been down there. How has the crowd reacted to him?" Torgal stands and heads toward the balcony, getting ready to introduce the fight.

"They love him." Melanos sits back and finishes his glass of ale before refilling it.

Torgal stands at the railing and watches Tabuto's display for several minutes. The crowd is indeed enthralled by the warrior as they cheer and chant for him. Torgal allows it to continue for several more minutes before finally calling out. Tabuto quickly and efficiently puts his nunchakus away. "Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's fight is between the honorable and exotic warrior Tabuto, whom you have already seen, and Amon Du'ul, a magic user of the darker forces." The crowd boos at the sound of Amon's name, already indicating whom they are cheering for. "Without further ado, let the fighting begin." The crowd erupts into cheers as Torgal returns to his seat and pours himself another glass of ale.

Tabuto, already in the ring bows to the crowd and then turns and bows to Torgal. The finely cut warrior then turns and stands motionless, waiting for his opponent to enter the ring. The western gate begins to open as the crowd boos and chants Tabuto's name. A figure wrapped in a dark cloak slowly enters the arena, walking slowly and methodically towards his starting spot. The crowd cringes back a little from this mysterious warrior. With a sudden movement, Amon casts off his cloak and stands with his arms raised to his sides. The torchlight seems to be absorbed into his black chain mail and clothes. A long sword hangs at his waist with a dagger strapped to his other hip. Amon just stands, watching Tabuto.

Tabuto bows to Amon. This motion seems to initiate the fight as both combatants begin to move. Tabuto draws forth two disks from his hip and prepares to throw them. Amon begins to mumble some arcane words. A blue glow begins to appear in his eyes as the tempo of his voice rises. Tabuto launches both chakram into the air while Amon still speaks his words. The chakram cut through the air with breath-taking speed and mere feet from his opponent's face Amon stops speaking. The glow in his eyes disappears as a blue aura flares up around his hands. With incomprehensible speed, Amon ducks the two blades and begins to advance upon Tabuto. Tabuto flashes off two more chakram as he enters into a jog to close the gap. One of the two chakram dig into Amon's frail body, splashing blood onto the arena floor moments before Tabuto launches himself into the air and leads his body towards Amon with his foot straight out.

Amon leans to the side as the warrior sails overhead and spins around, Tabuto landing gracefully on his feet behind Amon. The exotic warrior prepares to attack when the half-elf's hand connects with his shoulder. Tabuto twists and avoids most of the blow but is once again surprised by the display of agility that the wizard seems to have as Amon drops to a knee and lands a solid punch on Tabuto's own knee. The Kneecap pops out of place as a tinge of blue leaves Amon's hand and melds into Tabuto's body. Tabuto stumbles backward and falls to the ground. Amon calmly stands back up and once again advances toward the downed warrior. Tabuto rolls backward and slowly rises up on his legs, limping heavily on his busted kneecap. Before he can react Amon's hand sails in and connects with a loud smash against Tabuto's head, once again leaving traces of the blue aura.

Amon backs off and draws his long sword. The crowd is strangely quiet as they watch the mysterious figure. Unsure as to what he can do next. Tabuto finally has a chance to gather his wits as he begins to spin his nunchakus, preparing for whatever Amon will do next. The half-breed doesn't wait a moment longer and drives in with his blade leading the way. Tabuto swings his at the long sword hoping to take it off course but the blade keeps coming. The blood soaked blade enters Tabuto's abdomen neatly sliding through flesh and muscle. The tip of the blade pokes through Tabuto's back, blood streaming from the wound. Tabuto slides into the dirt, his eyes closed. Amon squats down next to the body and draws forth his dagger. With a quick flick he neatly cuts a lock of hair from Tabuto's head. "And with this I own a little piece of your soul." Amon quietly whispers into Tabuto's ear.