"To be honest I would rather be helping those poor fools that get themselves hurt for no good reason." Sharvista looks directly into the arena master's eyes, "But how could I pass up an opportunity to have a drink with you?" A playful glint flashes across her eyes as the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile. "Shall we get ourselves comfortable on the balcony? I would love a drink of that elven firewine." The priestess strides out onto the balcony, her white robes swirling around her feet, leaving Torgal to fetch the wine.

The murmurs of the crowd permeate the arena chamber as they grow restless, waiting for the fights that they had been promised. The previous fights had only whetted their thirst for violence, and Torgal was hoping that the next two would sate it. "Here is your wine milady." Torgal hands the beautiful priestess a rather large glass of wine for lady's delicate hands but she smiles warmly and draws her first sip. Torgal steps forward to the railing of his balcony in order to address the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight I promised you two fights and so you shall have them. I would like to present to you two very new faces. Neither has been seen yet so we are all in for a treat as they demonstrate their abilities for us all. As always please refrain from reaching into the Pit. May I present to you, Crwag Raag and Whisper!" Torgal spreads his arms wide at which point the two gates begin to swing open and the crowd erupts into loud cheers.

From within the darkness of the west gate a young man enters. Murmurs ripple through the crowd as the onlookers view the wizard that still looks almost like a child. But the flaming red eyes tell a completely different story. The wizard stops just inside the area and a faint shimmer settles around him, as he stands motionless, glaring at the opposite gate. It's not long before his opponent glides forth, moving just above the surface of the ground. A putrid odour drifts from his body and the crowd around his entrance shrinks back, holding clothes to their noses and mouths. Matted fur covers the body of this odd hobgoblin, a loincloth and crystal armband are all that he wears. His shaven face grins at his opponent across the arena as he stands with his arms crossed and a shortspear grasped firmly.

Crwag stands motionless, as the air seems to solidify a third of the way to his opponent. Within seconds a translucent bat-like form takes flight and heads directly for the mage at the opposite side. Whisper is feverishly gesturing in order to conjure his own friend to assist him and before the bat creature can reach him a flame-eyed dire rat materializes in front of him. The dire rat charges with unheard commands toward the hobgoblin. Taking a breath from the exertion of the spell Whisper barely has time to duck the swooping attack of the bat construct. Across the arena another bat creature begins to take form out of the air. The crowd's eyes are fixed, and Crwag doesn't move from his place.

The two constructs swoop towards Whisper and the mage swings his quarterstaff hard at one of the pestering creatures. The quarterstaff connects solidly and one of the bat creatures explodes into crystalline pieces, those pieces dematerializing even before they hit the ground. The other creature maneuvers behind Whisper and slams into him, staggering the mage. Meanwhile the dire rat lunges toward Crwag and at the last moment the hobgoblin steps aside, not fast enough to avoid a small slash across the leg. With an emotionless gaze the hobgoblin brings the point of his spear down upon the large rat, inflicting grievous wounds, and exposing the creatures ribs. The dire rat doesn't relent though and gnashes again at the hobgoblin drawing even more blood from his legs. Seconds later the dire rat is gone, vanished into the air it came from.

Whisper spins around swinging wildly trying to keep the construct at bay but only connects with the air. The bat creature is luckier and slams again into the mage, once again sending his small body staggering back a few steps. Crwag returns to his motionless stance by the east gate and yet another construct begins to appear in the middle of the arena, which swoops towards the mage. Whisper dodges the tormenting constructs and begins to make his way across the arena, constantly avoiding the flying beasts. A momentary lapse in concentration though allows one of the constructs to again slam into the back on the mage, sending him forward a few steps. Whisper glares at the hobgoblin. "Why don't you fight fair!! Need others to do all your fighting!!!" Whisper screams his contempt, blatantly ignoring the fact he too had summoned a creature to his aid.

Another bat creature forms in front of the mage as he makes his way towards the Hobgoblin. But as this creature forms, one of the others disappears. The mage's luck continues though as he narrowly avoids several more attacks and continues his advance, swinging his own quarterstaff and sending another construct exploding into pieces. As yet another constructs forms in front of the mage his luck runs out and the tired mage doesn't move fast enough to avoid the incoming creature. Slamming directly into his chest the wizard momentarily leaves the ground before landing hard in the sand. His eyes rolled back up into his skull. Mere seconds later the remaining constructs vanish as the hobgoblin turns around and disappears back into the darkness of the gate entrance.

"That was entirely unfair!!!" Sharvista exclaims, obviously not happy with the tactics of the hobgoblin. "You must banish such tactics from the arena altogether!" Her face flush with outrage, the young priestess turns quickly and storms towards the door. With a horrendous crash the door slams shut and her mumbling and footsteps can be heard as she makes her way down the hall. "Well, that was exciting…" Torgal muses.