At the other end of the arena, the diminutive spell caster Whisper glides into his designated starting place with little fanfare. Those close to the entrance mutter that his eyes tonight seem to burn with the intensity of the fires of Hades.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we bear witness to the ultimate clash of evil. Craningar Rue, Disciple of the Black Hand, whose latest victories have quelled the spirit of all who behold him sets himself against Whisper, who although his record in the Pit does not show it, always puts forth a fierce and clever opposition."

"Lets hope that introduction generates some more bets for Whisper thought Gremag to himself. I am not going to make any money on this fight otherwise. Lets hope it goes longer than ten seconds, the crowds are growing bored of quick victories."

Gremag then nods to Zinj, who bellows, "COMBTANTS FIGHT TO THE DEATH."

Whisper springs into action first. He gestures to an object in his hand and is instantly surrounded by a sphere of impenetrable darkness. Craningar, surprised at this turn of events unsheathes his battle-ax and moves uncertainly forward towards the sphere of darkness.

As Craningar approaches the sphere he hears Whisper's voice taunting him from its left most edge. "Come and meet some of my new friends. They certainly would like to make a dinner date with you."

As Whisper's words fade away, a hyena appears just outside the darkness and immediately attacks Craningar. Again surprised, Craningar gestures and releases a spell as the hyena leaps to tear out the throat of the cleric. The hyena yelps in pain as it crashes into an invisible barrier, which prevents it from reaching its intended target.

Craningar then turns his attention away from the hyena as the sphere of darkness blinks out of existence. For the third time Craningar is surprised as Whisper is not within its confines. Craningar turns around looking frantically for an opponent who seems to have vanished. In the meantime, a dire rat materializes to join Craningar and the hyena in the pit. As Craningar turns and brings is battle-axe down on the rat, a wolf appears, followed by another and then a rat and another wolf. To Craningar there seems to be no end to the animals and he is soon engulfed by their onslaught.

The menagerie of animals attacks Craningar who in turn swings desperately with his battle-axe futilely trying not to be brought down. The crowd stands up and erupts into a frenzy as the summoned creatures of Whisper begin to take their toll tearing great rents in the armor of the black cleric and ripping into his flesh. However, many in the crowd grudgingly began to have a new appreciation for Craningar as he stoically stands his ground and engages the host of summoned creatures in a macabre dance of death.

With an unearthly battle cry, Craningar Rue raises his battle-axe one final time and cleaves the last of the summoned creatures. As it blinks out of existence, the cleric winded and bloodied standing by sheer force of will turns to try and find his still hidden opponent.

He does not have to wait long as Whisper suddenly materializes brandishing a heavy crossbow which he levels at the cleric. Whisper lets fly a bolt which strikes the cleric in the shoulder spinning him around and knocking him to one knee. Whisper pumps his fist into the air as the bolt thuds home. His jubilation soon turns to dismay as Craningar Rue looks up, smiles wickedly, and begins to gesture the ritual to a spell. Craningar releases the spell while Whisper braces himself for the inevitable. Miraculously, the spell seems to have no effect. With a new lease on life, Whisper begins to crank another bolt into the crossbow as if his life depended on it. Craningar Rue seizing the opportunity begins to prepare what it appears to be the identical spell he just cast. He releases the spell before Whisper has finished loading the crossbow. Craningar Rue looks on with stunned disbelief, as again the spell has no effect.

Whisper having finished loading the crossbow laughs maniacally and says as he squeezes the trigger "Lets see you hold this!" The bolt screams forth and again strikes true catching Craningar Rue square in the chest. The cleric screams to Bane in supplication as he crashes to the ground dead.

"I guess Bane didn't hear him," laughs Whisper as he walks out of the arena.

"Now that was great fight," says Gremag to Zinj. "You might have had trouble winning that one!" Seeing the Ogre's eyes flash red at his insult, the Kobold adds consolingly to the Ogre, "Just kidding, you could take them all at the same time!"

"Whisper's victory is going to be great for business! But now I have to turn my attention elsewhere. Did you hear someone tried to kill Torgal? I hope they don't think it was me and come sniffing around here. That would be bad for business. Now if they thought it was Alsimane….. Two birds with one stone." Gremag smiles enigmatically and leaves the arena.