Whisper steps into the arena first. His childlike expression ruined by the flaming eyes that burn with an anger that one so young shouldn't possess. He calmly steps forward and takes his mark just inside the arena. With his arms folded across his chest and hands inside his sleeves. Calathra is next into the arena. Wandering into the arena in a casual manner a raven sits perched on her shoulder. A loud caw escapes it beak as it takes flight and circles the arena several times, swooping low and causing the audience members to duck out of instinct. The raven settles back on her shoulder as the halfling glares across the arena at the mage.

Calathra and Whisper both begin incanting the words to spells. Calathra finishes first and with a bright flash a shimmering wall can be seen in front of her momentarily. A dark cloud begins to form several feet in front of Whisper and a large dire rat steps forward, its eyes burning red. It immediately charges forward toward the halfling, closing the distance rapidly. The halfling prepares to dodge the rat as the raven fly out of harms way. The rat lunges but Calathra easily avoids it, the words to another spell already leaving her lips. Whisper charges across the distance, a leather bag in his grip and words beginning to spew from his mouth. As the mage approaches Calathra finishes her spell, deftly avoiding the persistent rat she throws her arm out releasing her grip on her recently summoned snake. The viper collides with Whisper and manages to sink its teeth into the mage. The short scream from his mouth ends his spell prematurely and he frantically attempts to get the snake off of him. Calathra prepares her sling and once again easily sidesteps the mage's dire rat pet.

Calathra sends a sling bullet flying but it harmlessly bounces off the wall behind Whisper. The viper on the other hand continues its assault and manages to sink its fangs deep into the calf muscle of the young mage. Whisper begins to visibly pale as the poison takes effect, staggering back several steps. Fighting through the weakening effects of the poison Whisper raises his arms and sends forth a ray of cold blue energy. The halfling attempts to avoid the ray but it slams into her chest, the whiteness of frostbite spreads to her arms and neck. The dire rat snaps viciously at the tiny viper, severing it and causing both halves to disappear, the rat itself dematerializes into a cloud of black soot. Whisper, staggering from the poison, begins incanting yet another spell. Calathra uses the opportunity to send another bullet flying towards the mage as she continues to back away. The missile flies true and connects with the mage, the spell ending premature as Whisper tumbles forward, face first into the dirt.

The raven which had been circling up until this point settles upon the back of the fallen mage and pecks at his robes, tearing tiny holes before flying off towards the departing halfling.

Torgal shakes his head knowingly. I have a feeling Whisper will be pissed with this. Torgal reaches for his glass of wine before settling back down in his chair. Thinking of the events that had transpired the night before, and wondering if he should do something to gain back Sharvista's favor.