"Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight we have a fight between the odd halfling Calathra and the newcomer Dis Loveth. Dis as some of you may have heard protects the staff that ensures each fighter can continue in their quest to entertain you. Tonight though he may need that attention himself." Torgal hears a few snickers in the crowd. "So may I present to you Calathra Tealeaf and Dis Loveth!" The crowd erupts into cheers as the gates begin to swing open.

From the western gate darts forth the small form of Calathra, a shimmering field seems to surround her as she moves, barely visible yet definitely there. The crowd cheers for this halfling who has already proven she has what it takes to be victorious. A calmness surrounds her as she focuses inward, ignoring the cheering of the crowd and preparing for the battle that is about to commence. The sounds of clanking armor can be heard as a figure emerges from the shadowy recesses of the eastern gate. The dwarf known as Dis Loveth strides to his mark, his white hair fluttering around him on an unseen breeze, his armor shining impossibly bright in the torchlight that illuminates the arena. Drawing a mighty sword from his shoulder scabbard he drives the point into the sand. From his side he pulls forth an odd object, a thin cylinder embossed with silver and gold and levels it towards the halfling. In a deep booming voice he declares, "I, Dis Loveth Of The Jarnack, have accepted your challenge and hereby present you with an ultimatum. Surrender now and you will not have to suffer and be humiliated, by me, your fellow warrior. If you refuse to surrender, I, with conscience clear, will defeat you and purify your soul. Pray to your god so he will accept your soul when you die a quick death. Know that my honor will safeguard this battle."

Calathra reacts quickly and sets the whole combat into motion. With her arms moving nimbly she begins to chant, and the air in front of her begins to coalesce into a small shape, a dire rat. The rodent immediately begins to charge the dwarf. Dis Loveth breaks into a quick jog, in one hand his sword, tracing a line in the sand as he drags the tip behind him while his other hand levels the object at the halfling, completely ignoring the rat as it makes a lunge for him, scratching the armor but nothing else. Calathra has already begun casting another spell when the arena is rocked by a horrendous crack. Smoke pours from the end of the cylinder in the dwarf's hand. Calathra staggers back from the impact of the shot, a look of disbelief on her face, unsure what just hit her. A shimmering wall stands between her and the dwarf now but Dis Loveth just smiles as he tosses the weapon to the side and pulls a second one forth from his belt.

Unnoticed by the dwarf, the dire rat gnashes at his legs, finding a hole in the armor and drawing serious blood. A flicker of pain crosses the dwarf's face but he pushes it aside as he steps forward and levels his second weapon at the halfling. Words spew from her mouth though as she lets lose a blue ray, chilling the air and slamming into the chest of the dwarf. His armor frosts over and small patches of red and white form on Dis Loveth's face and neck. "I pity you," is all Dis Loveth says as the arena experiences the second crack. Calathra tries hard to dive out of the path of the bullet but it still lodges itself in her side, blood erupts from the room and sprays across the sand floor. The dwarf tosses the second weapon aside and pulls his sword up to attack. Calathra grits her teeth in determination and hastily backs away from the dwarf, pulling out her sling and taking aim. The rat lunges again for the dwarf and sinks its teeth again into the same injured leg of the dwarf at the same time as a sling bullet ricochets off the dwarf's head, drawing a thin line of blood. Dis Loveth shakes the rat loose, sending it flying into the dirt where it disappears, dissolving into the nothingness from whence it came. The dwarf begins a steady circling advance, pulling his shield from his back and strapping it to his arm.

Calathra lets another stone fly as she continues to back away from the armored beast. The stone sails harmlessly through the air nowhere near the dwarf. The dwarf slowly advances, calculating each step. Calathra continues her retreat but unknowingly backs herself against a wall. She lets a third stone go as the dwarf lets out a mighty roar and charges the halfling. The stone bounces of the dwarf's armor but he doesn't even slow as the distance between the two disappears in seconds and the full might of the dwarf slams into the frail Calathra. With a loud crash the dwarf crushes the halfling to the wall. Awful cracks can be heard as bones are pulverized. Dis Loveth staggers from the impact but smiles happily as he looks at the blood covering his shield. The remains of the halfling slump to the floor.

Torgal stares dumbfounded at the scene before him, his eyes going from the two pistols lying on the ground to the mutilated halfling beside the wall. The screams from the crowd show their appreciation for this exciting match but Torgal can't help but feel a very slight twinge of pity for the halfling, who he was sure would and should have done better.

Both receive a full healing… from Dis Loveth.