"Well, to be honest I have missed you wit." A brief smile touches the corner of her mouth as she tilts her head to look at the Arena Master.

"And I have missed your biting sarcasm." Torgal raises his glass slightly in a mock toast, a smile creasing his face. "The fight this evening involves your favorite hobgoblin Crwag." Torgal stands and takes a step to the railing. "Ladies and Gentlemen! May I have your attention for but a brief moment." The crowd quickly quiets. "Tonight we shall bear witness as the beautiful monk Shanna, faces off against the vile and disgusting hobgoblin Crwag!" Torgal takes in the cheers of the crowd before returning to the company of Sharvista.

The gates both begin to swing open and Crwag drifts calmly to his starting position. A calm look of determination exudes from him along with the regular unwashed scent. Once again those unlucky enough to be seated around his entrance are covering their mouths and noses with perfumed linens. The next to emerge is the monk Shanna. Her form clings to the wall as see defies gravity and scrambles up the wall with ease. Perched atop the wall on the railing she leaps into the air and lands on the ground with a gentle thud. The crowd erupts into roars of approval for the monks flare. She carefully pulls a scroll from her belt and unrolls it as she takes her step to her mark.

Torgal issues the unspoken command to start and almost as soon as it is given a form begins to take shape towards the middle of the arena. Shanna begins to back up and climbs the wall. One hand holding the scroll while she reads the words of her spell. A brief flash surrounds Shanna before it fades. The construct in the middle of the arena completes its assembly of astral matter and unfurls diaphanous wings, darting towards its prey on the walls. With blinding speed the construct strikes at its prey, drawing two thin lines of blood from its wickedly sharp claws. The construct swoops by in order to attack again. Crwag meanwhile begins creating a companion for it. The monk carefully begins casting a second spell from the open scroll and a dark presence fills the arena. An almost tangible blackness descends on Crwag and his entire person takes on a fated undertone.

The second construct takes shape identical to the first and it to streaks towards the monk, coming from the opposite angle of it predecessor. The two strike at the monk and quickly large amounts of blood begin to pour from multiple small wounds. The monk lashes out with a fist, realizing quickly that she will soon be overcome with these creatures if she doesn't act. Her fist connects and drops one to the sand with a thud. It flutters it wings feebly for a moment before once again taking flight. A third construct now joins the fray as the three astral creations flutter around the monk on the wall. That crowd begins to move back from the railing as the action gets rather intense. Within moments one of the creations drops to the sand and begins to dissolve rapidly. But before it is completely gone the monk drops from the wall motionless. The two remaining creatures quickly dart back towards Crwag and circle around him.

"Hmmm… I guess this is where you get upset about how unfair it is that the hobgoblin uses such low tactics?" Torgal gives a half hearted attempt at a smile.

The priestess merely answers by standing slowly and bowing her head curtly. "You are the Arena Master and your decisions are law. Good evening." She quickly turns and leaves, only the traces of her perfume are left wafting through the air.

"God I hate that hobgoblin…"