The fight is over
The enemies are beaten
Bets are collected
Peasebuttum shook his head, "Ohh this doesn’t look good. The’ve sent dogboy out this time. ‘ov’ers up next is a gonner les thye’s got some silver."
Smrelda giggled, "Hee, hee, oh, I don’t know bout that." She pointed to the other end of the arena where they were pulling back the board that Shaden had just crossed to arrive on the arena floor. The purple light from the lichen and moss covering the covern walls combined strangely with the flickering light from the dancing flames in the four huge braziers in the center of the arena floor to give the scene an even more eeire air than it already had.
Peasebottom sat up straight, "Ah, thisn might be a good fight after all." He called out to the barker, "I’ll take three arcana on Shaden!"
A White Lady appeared next to the two pixies which startled them and they turned invisible again. She moaned and the barker answered, "Yes, madam, four for you on the ugly one, of course." Quickly a bunch of the other fey started switching their bets from the the dogboy to Shaden but it was too late the odds had shifted not that she had placed her bet and no one would take a bet the dog boy anymore.
Smerelda giggled, "Good timing. Can we move to the other side though? It’s a little chilly over here."
The fight between Shaden and Lord Leonan Nomad the Cursed was brutal and lasted longer than most expected which caused the betting to open up again for a few moments in a scurry of flurry. But in the end Shaden finished the lycanthrope with a sickening blow that spit the wolfman in two and then again and again and again. Then he scopped the remains into a bloody heap and tossed it into the burning braziers for good measure.
Peasbottom winced, "Ow, tha’s got to hurt; not sure ifn he’ll be able t’ come back fra tha’n."
Smerleda agreed and giggled, "Oo, my, the king will be might mad if he’s lost the dog boy for good. He sure will. That’s good entertainment."
Urisk appeared from nowhere, "Least it lasted longer than Bloody Mary and the Greeny. That was pittful short. Hardly worth mentioning even."
The two pixies lept in fear at the sudden appearance of the poolhaunt and ran to another part of the ledges. Urisk shrugged and looked over at the White Lady who had drifted over next to him, "That always happens." She just moaned and faded away.
Phoeby and Challistow were practicing their miming while Merrot looked on approvingly. Suddently he motioned for them to be quiet. The fight was about to start. They stopped still as statues and the two gnomes stood rock still until the arena ramps were in place. The dwarf, Bhenedict, was being urged onto the platform at the same time as the minotaur, Rhesh Turakbar. Between them in the sand of the arena, hogtied and blindfolded, naked was the halfling, Bairdyn, a prize for whoever got to him first. The minotaur had claimed his heart as a feasting prize and the dwarf, well who knows what he had claimed.
The two gnomes moved in perfect unison and Merrot smiled as they executed a mannakin dance back to their seats.
As the dwarf started into the ring the minotaur bellowed out his challenge and the halfling squirmed as he clearly heard the sounds of combat and realized that he was not where he wanted to be. They all met in the middle as the halfling freed his hands and lowered his blindfold just in time to see the minotaur breathing over him about to batter him with his hammer but with his dwarven friend standing next to him ready to defend.
The dwarf and minotaur soon started trading blows with the minotuar getting the better of the dwarf and it looked bad for the dwarf at first. Bets started going against him and cheers started going for the hometown favorite. But then the dwarf appeared to open himself up for a sucker punch but instead let the halfling reach into his belt to remove what looked to be a long-handled butter knife.
Suddenly the tables shifted and the dwarf and halfling started to cook up their bovine foe–they battered his flank and flayed his rump and the naked halfling soon had the steer bleeding in the sand and began to dehorn him.
Phoeby and Challistow took turns throughout acting out the scenes in instant replay, looking to Merrot for approval. Sometimes they got the replay right and sometimes they got a slap to the head and went tumbling to the ground and had to try again.
Back in the other ring, Shaden was ushered back into the arena and Smerelda shook her head and giggled, "Oh, oh, this could go either way."
Peasebottum stopped picking his nose, "Ah, lover’s spat, they’s always good fer extra bets. But they’s got em soul drivers. Min’t no go’s well."
Smerlda nodded and giggled, "Oh, I bet some one will step in before things get too far out of hand. The king likes Ugly Man too much and that gem of Green Lady’s seems to have a mind of its own some times that seems to…well do things that make things happen…either that or she’s crazy smart which seems a mite unlikely."
Smerlda giggled, "She’s using the same tactics as against Bloody Mary. Hmmm"
Peasebotton started picking his nose again, "Ah, think ah missed somethin,"
Suddenly, Shaden sensed an opening knocked Maxyzne off balance then using that momentem he continued through and scored a lucky shot knocking Maxyzne out with a crack to the back of her head that nearly left her dead.
The crowd roared with surprise and disappointment. They had expected a longer fight and for the two former lovers to draw out the fight instead of making it so quick. Everyone grumbled and settled up their bets quickly.
Marrot sniffed the air and whispered to his troupe, "There is something strange in the air. Be ready my lads; I think we may have more than a simple fight before us in this drama."
Sidgevin the Vindicator called out to the dwarf across the arena, "I give you once chance to surrender now. Otherwise your life is forfeit."
The dwarf laughed and called back, "Bring it on."
The dwarf tried to charge closer to his foe, but the eladrin warrior pinned him down with javelin fire until he could get close to him forcing them to fight close to the edge of the arena instead of its center. They traded blows for a few minutes not really making any real progress each just barely scratching the defenses of the other when suddenely from the audience a voice called out, "Bhenedict! Sidgevin! You must go through the portal." A small gnome flew out onto the battle field astride a giant ebony fly–Bingus–casting a spell that opened a portal right next to the two combatants.
Unfortunately both combatants seemed oblivious to the warning and they continued their fight.
Fin, jumped down into the fray, twisting his ankle as he did so, and he called out, "Bhenedict you need to go through the portal. This fight is over we need to get to the other side."
Bhenedict replied, "I’m not leaving without Bairdyn."
Suddenly another elf, Bilgamesh, jumped into the ring immediately followed by Phoeby and Challistow, two more gnomes. The gnomes tried to prevent people from entering the gate while Bilgamesh seemed to be trying to get at least Sidgevin into the portal, though he was attacking Bhenedict at the same time.
Oddly, even Bingus ran up and tried to smack Bhenedict with is staff all the while sayng, "You have to run through the portal. We’ll come back for Bairdyn."
Bhenedict replied, "You’ll never hit me with that thing, but I don’t really appreciate you even trying Bingus. And until these fool elves stop attacking me and we’ve got Bairdyn I can’t leave."
Fin turned his attention to Sidgevin, "Sidgevin you have to stop attacking Bhenedict. We’ve come from Jelandra to rescue you. You too must go through the gate."
Sidgevin answered, "This is a matter of honor. Our battle is not done."
Fin continued, "Honor be damned. Jelandra is not the Lady of Patience, she is the Lady of the Hunt and she’ll not be kept waiting."
Sidgevin appeared on the edge of being swayed and so Bilgamesh added, "Besides, you can aways continue you fight later."
Sidgeven agreed, "Very well but know dwarf that our fight is not over. We will finish this later." And so saying he lept thourough the gate.
Quickly the other followed through as well leaving only the two gnomes who had both been knocked unconscious by the heroes. One floating in the air and the other drooling in the sand. Marrot shook his head and hmmed, "This will not do. That was very dramatic (and well played), but they king will likely not be pleased. I doubt we’ll hear the end of this one for a while."