Torgal opens his door and is immediately assaulted by the thunderous roar of the crowd anticipating this unique match that is about to take place. Torgal quickly slides over to the railing and looks out over the vast crowd. People are pushing and shoving each other to get closer to the front or to just get a better vantagepoint. Vendors are hawking their foodstuffs to the eager crowd and entertainers are spread out playing lively tunes to keep the crowd occupied until the moment arrives. "It looks like an asylum down there Melanos. Are your security forces going to be able to handle things?" Torgal remains at the railing but turns toward Melanos and fixes him with a concerned look. "At any moment those fans could become unpredictable."

"No need to worry sire, I have hired on extra hands to help with the situation. I also have people placed around to put down anything that might happen before it gets out of control. I have taken every precaution that I could. But I would definitely suggest starting it soon cause there is no use in pushing the situation." Melanos calmly reclines back in his seat and takes a long drink of his ale. "I have even had the forethought to bring up some of the fine ale from the cellar." Melanos grins before tilting the mug back up to his mouth.

Torgal smiles his obvious appreciation and once again sets his attention to the crowd. He marvels at the number of people that packed into the arena on this special evening. Torgal takes several deep breaths before addressing the assembled individuals. "Ladies and gentlemen," Torgal's voice cuts through the noise and all turn their faces towards him. Torgal waits several seconds before continuing, "Tonight we have the fortune of seeing not one, not two, but three fighters in the arena. They will be fighting each other in order to be the sole survivor of this match. But don't think that is all they get. I have decided to award the winner an additional 200gp purse." The crowd goes crazy, and the thunderous roar is definitely audible in the streets above. Torgal cringes at the thought of having to pay off more city officials but he knows that he has made enough money tonight to afford the extra cost. "I don't want to make you wait any longer since I fear you will tear down the arena if I do." The mass of bodies once again erupts into cheers and roars only emphasizing Torgal's statement. "I now introduce to you the fighters that will be put on display for you! We have Amon Du'ul, the dark mage that will take your soul if you lose, Ghrimm StonesEdge, the axe wielding psychopath and finally, Yashatsi Tabuto, the exotic martial artist. Prepare yourselves for carnage that you have never seen before, blood that will leave you drenched and violence that will haunt your sleep for weeks." Torgal lets out a sinister laugh that momentarily silences the crowd before they erupt into cheers that shake the mighty underground dome and bring bits of rubble and dust filtering down on the crowd. Torgal continues to chuckle, a dark gleam in his eyes that is normally not present. With a sudden turn he stalks back to his chair and throws himself into it. "Pour me an ale Melanos, it time to get drunk!"

The eastern gate begins to open revealing the muscular and defined body of Yashatsi Tabuto. Tabuto calmly strides across the sandy floor to his starting place amongst the cheers and boos of the crowd, he seemingly floats across the surface before coming to a stop and standing with quiet grace. From within the darkness of the same gate comes the slim form of Amon Du'ul, this time without his cloak, revealing his polished chain mail shirt. Tabuto gives a polite bow as Amon passes him and heads for his own starting point, across from Torgal's booth. Both warriors prepare themselves as the western gate begins to open. The sounds of dwarven singing can be heard coming from within the gate. Many dwarves in the crowd begin to sing off tune with Ghrimm. A flash of darkness introduces Ghrimm as he hurtles himself from the depths of the gate. With barely a glance toward Amon he heads straight for Tabuto on the far side of the arena. Tabuto's body leaps into action as his internal coil lets loose. He begins a jog toward Ghrimm, his feet carrying him across the sand with surprising quickness. Through all of this Amon begins to chant mystic words. His hands weave archaic signs in the air as a blue glow surrounds them. With the climax of his spell the glow fades and small sparks of blue energy periodically dance across his palms and fingers. Amon slowly heads toward the two onrushing fighters.

Tabuto and Ghrimm speed towards each other and the crowd holds it collective breath as the two approach impact. Tabuto launches himself into the air and swings a foot around in front as Ghrimm brings his blade flashing through the air. Tabuto sails past Ghrimm as the small dwarf completes his swing, connecting solidly with the air Tabuto had previously occupied. Ghrimm pulls up short and spins, his two-handed axe leading the way. With his attention on Tabuto he doesn't see Amon pull up behind him a plant a fist at the base of his head. Energy crackles and sparks fly as the stored electricity in Amon's hand discharge through Ghrimm's head. The small dwarf twitches momentarily and then sneers. "You will pay for that half-. ugh," Ghrimm continues to concentrate on Tabuto as he speaks but finds a foot firmly thrust into his jaw. The unexpected attack sends Ghrimm to the ground. Ghrimm recovers fast and rolls to his feet only to have Tabuto's fist connect with his skull, tear flesh and causing blood to run. Ghrimm answer back this time without words but with the edge of his axe. The blade slices across Tabuto's chest adding another scar to the numerous already present. The martial artist recoils slightly and his next kick is made from to far out as Ghrimm leans back and avoids the foot.

Ghrimm slowly backs away from the exotic warrior and brings Amon into view. Knowing where the mage is Ghrimm's blade flashes around towards the mage but before it comes to close he reverses his swing and drives it towards the incoming Tabuto. The spry warrior leaps back in time to avoid the deadly crescent. Ghrimm ends his swings and feels the bite of Amon's blade as it enters his side. The dark elf had managed to disappear from Ghrimm line of site and capitalized with a painful thrust, drawing blood. Ghrimm momentarily loses concentration as he turns slightly to dislodge the blade. Tabuto uses this moment to plant a vicious kick into Ghrimm's midsection. The kick causes Ghrimm to buckle over but fortunately this response also brings him under Tabuto's fist.

The fight, not going well for Ghrimm, finally sends the dwarf into a rage. Coming up from the blow by Tabuto, Ghrimm's face is already contorting into a mask of hate. His lips curl back in a sneer, showing his teeth, which are grinding against each other, threatening to crush them. Ghrimm's face, bruised by the hits begins to flush as his veins throb and spiderweb across his angry visage. "The two of you little kobolds are now going to have to eat your asses!!!" Ghrimm lunges forward with his blade flashing. Tabuto is quick to step back. Amon takes a quick step back as well as Ghrimm begins to rip into his antagonizers. Ghrimm's first swing is wide as he drives them back. Tabuto's foot lashes out and connects with Ghrimm's chest, sending the dwarf back a step. "Your gonna have to hit harder than that you miserable wretch! Give me a moment and I'll show you how to do it!" Ghrimm's blade flashes out again this time, nicking Tabuto but not drawing blood. Tabuto's foot again connects with Ghrimm, but the blow doesn't phase the dwarf, it's the blow from Amon that grabs his attention. The half-elf's blade streaks across Ghrimm's shoulder blade, slicing through armor and ripping open flesh. "Just wait your turn mage and I'll show you how to make a head disappear, YOUR HEAD!!!" Amon's blade flashes back at Ghrimm but the enraged dwarf bellows out his song as he dives under it coming up close to Amon. Amon tries to readjust his grip on his blade in order to attack the dwarf whom is now too close to hit. Ghrimm leers at him as his blade flashes out, to everyone's surprise though Ghrimm spins his body and brings the blade whistling through the air at Tabuto. Even the martial artist is surprised as the heavy axe bites into his body, cutting through his finely toned muscle and sending his body flying through the air. "That is how you hit someone. Now let me show you!!" Ghrimm kicks backward as forces the dark mage back several steps.

Ghrimm spins and launches several attacks at Amon. The mage tries desperately to hold off the multiple attacks and tries to turn the advantage around but he is completely engrossed in avoiding the deadly crescent of Ghrimm's blade. In a movement of grace Amon's blade snaps toward Ghrimm's body but the aggressive dwarf mearly steps into the metal edge and whips his own blade at the exposed half-elf. Amon's eyes go wide as he sees his own demise in the bloody steel of the dwarf's axe. The edge cuts deep into Amon's body, crippling the mage and pulling him down to the floor with the force of the hit. Blood sprays the ground and mixes with the sand, creating a wide red puddle. The warrior-mage drops heavily to the ground, crumpling up as he does. Ghrimm rips his blade free and quickly turns around searching for a new opponent but both are down, unconscious and near death. As the fire in his eyes diminish, Ghrimm's blade drops from his grasp. "And that is how you fight boys. Glad I could show you." Ghrimm hits the floor with a thump, his exhausted body forcing him into unconsciousness.

The crowd erupts into cheers as all three warriors lay on the ground. Small pouches are cast into the ring along with flowers and other small treasures. Torgal looks out at the bloody scene, "Where is my lovely young cleric anyway?"