The first to step from the gloomy darkness is Melquiades. Juggling three daggers he tumbles and spins without missing a toss. The crowd cheers as the bard entertains the crowd. With a grand flourish he toss all three daggers into the air and with a back flip lands on his feet and catches all three with one hand. The crowd cheers wildly and small coins and flowers are tossed at his feet. Melquiades bows deeply as the clanking of metal can be heard from the other entrance. Dis Loveth steps into the arena in all his grandeur. The armor that he bears shines like the midday sun as the light from over a hundred torches seem to reflect brighter than they should. Dis Loveth bows and addresses Melquiades, "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." Melquiades smiles and shakes his head, chuckling at the pomp and ceremony of his opponent. Dis Loveth shakes his head, a look of disappointment on his face.

Melquiades moves first, darting across the surface of the Pit with blazing speed. Dis Loveth begins to charge and draws his pistol from his belt and levels it at the oncoming warrior. As soon as Melquiades is within range he pulls back on the trigger and an explosion rocks the arena. Everyone gasps as they expect Melquiades to suffer the fate of Calathra in the previous match against the dwarf, but the bard merely launches into a dive, hitting the ground and rolling up to his feet and with a fluid motion releasing a dagger at the dwarf. The dagger penetrates the dwarf's breastplate and remains lodged. Dis loveth slows his advances and tosses his first pistol aside and drawing forth his second firearm. Melquiades grins and begins to dance lightly around his foe, circling and singing. The crowd begins to cheer and clap in time with his song. Drawing forth his rapier Melquiades darts forward, but Dis Loveth fires his pistol and the resulting explosion and impact sends Melquiades back a step. The dwarf tosses the now spent weapon aside and pulls forth his greatsword. Rapier in hand, the bard once again darts forward, this time with caution and a small line of blood appears across the face of the burly dwarf. Dis Loveth reacts quickly though and answers with a mighty swing that drives Melquiades back but does not touch him. Continuing his song, the bard dances around the dwarf, darting in and out always one step ahead of the dwarf. Small scars begin to add up on the dwarf's exposed flesh but the crowd waits for the telling blow that could end either of the combatants' chances for victory. Slowly the two combatants work their way towards the wall.

Dis Loveth, angered and frustrated by the nimble warrior yells a challenge, sets his shield and charges Melquiades. The crowd gasps as the dwarf attempts them same tactic that had devastating effect on the halfling. Melquiades grins and quickly turns, takes two steps up the wall before leaping and grabbing onto the top, pulling himself into the crowd. The fans go absolutely wild as a loud crash can be heard from the dwarf below. With a quick kiss on the hand of a maiden Melquiades turns and drops down into the pit before the fans can swarm him. The maiden flushes brightly before turning to her friends in excitement. Melquiades lands squarely on the dwarf below and deftly dodges Dis Loveth enraged retaliatory strike. The two combatants square off once more. Melquiades darts in but feints a swing and as Dis Loveth attempts a block, the bard spins and delivers a piercing stroke to the unprotected neck of the dwarf. The blade slides cleanly into Dis Loveth's meaty neck and out the other side. The crowd gasps and Melquiades firmly plants his foot against the dwarf's back and pulls his rapier free. Dis Loveth drops his sword and puts both his hands to his neck, with a grim nod towards Melquiades he turns and takes two steps towards the gate he entered from before collapsing, blood draining from the wound onto the arena floor.

The crowd erupts into cheers and Torgal stands, clapping. "Congratulations Melquiades! I am extremely impressed. That was quite the show and I must say I didn't think you would stand a chance against the dwarf. You have proven me and my gold's wrong." Torgal tosses a small pouch down into the arena. "A gift for being good for my business." Torgal steps back into the darkness as Melquiades bows for the cheering crowd and the fallen warrior is taking away for healing.