Under hill, over ocean, in the cavity of the earth is Dwarf City Gallioth. Through the gaping doors, well carved and chiseled from the rugged stone, rise the many smells, sounds, and sights of the Dwarves. Yellow, orange, and red light flickers off the flawlessly smooth and vertical walls of the halls that lead into the city. Deep within the myraid twisting and turning tunnels of the Dwarven city lies the King's Chambers.

The Chamber of the King was a large cylindrical room with a tiered ceiling wrought of perfect angles and smooth faces engraved with ancient scriptures and images from Dwarven lore. Upon the walls were several torches that roared with a terrible power, lighting the wonderous room. Upon a massive throne of stone, elevated several feet in the air with a polished stone stairway that leads to it, sat the King. At two long wood tables on either side of the throne sit his attendants and close kin. At the far end of the chamber nearest the gaping doorway with golden doors sit the lower ranks of the upper class dwarves. The walls of the room were smooth, with very few bumps here and there near the base of the wall. Everything present was very un-cave-like, and the Dwarves found pride in that. The chamber was very... homely... Down the center of the room and up the stairs to the throne resides a velvet red carpet. On either side of the carpet every 10 feet are tall, thin candelabras that hold 3 candels each, to further illuminate the room, and light the path to the throne. Here is where you shall make your stand, among some of the fiercest warriors known in Hypeltheon.

Welcome to Dwarf City Gallioth!

The Dwarves were bickering to one another, as they placed sacks of gold, armor, and weapons on the line as a bet, for whoever would come out of this match the winner, and possibly the only one alive. They were more excited about this fight than the last, for that match had a short, and abrupt halt in it and no death was made, from what the old man had said in the tavern in Outer-rim said. It seemed that the word of Elither's first round match made it's way from the desert, to the dwarves and possibly other places, for some had stood up when the footsteps of a being had echoed through the cavernous halls, making their way to the vast cylindrical room that was the Kings chamber.
Applauds, and boo's erupted as a Dark Elf, wrapped up in a forest green cloak made his way through the doors to the chamber--the Dark Elf's name was Elither Daegovad. His cloak swept the ground like fog sweeping over the ground, the cloak sliding in the grooves of the stone on the floor, and over the stones themselves. Elither stopped just at the foot of the highest class Dwarves, the king among them. Turning towards the entrance, he waited on his opponent, keeping his eyes on the entrance so that no one could get a surprise on him.

Elither, like his first match, came severely early, it had at least 2 more hours until the fight. He felt, and smelled the strong breathe just behind him, and he turned his head slightly. “Elf, there will be a death in this duel, and you better deliver one. I heard about your little duel in the desert. It should have been here, because the last duel here was quite upsetting.” The Dwarf said, Elither supposed that it was the king, but he wasn’t sure. Bad breath….. Elither thought in his mind, wondering if it would really have to be him to deliver the death. He wasn’t sure about the opponent, not sure if he/she killed, or even what he/she was, he only knew that he was dueling here.

Crest had travelled a long way to reach this arena. He had originally come from the central continent called Avalon, where he had fought his first round against a ranger. Though he had lost, Crest was surprised to find out that he was chosen to fight in the next round. Crest's footsteps echoed throughout the hall as he approached and entered the area of fighting, where he heard the rough voices of the dwarves who waited eagarly for the fight to begin. Crest stopped and listened carefully to his surroundings. He heard candles...several candles were flickering near the center of the room. The dwarves hushed and the bets halted when they saw Crest enter the room. Crest "looked" around with his covered eyes, as if examining his surroundings. After a moment of silence, the room was again, full of sound... laughter from the dwarves.
"Well, this seems to be an easy win for you, elf." One of the dwarves said. "This one is blind, how can he have possibly made it to the second round!" another dwarf yelled when he had the breath. So, my opponent is already here... Crest thought. No matter. This 'blind one' has many surprises to make this show interesting... Crest ignored the criticism from the dwarves and took out two small stones that he picked up on the way, and tossed them to the sides towards the walls. Crest heard the stones hit the walls. Tch, this place is cramped, Crest examined. Not enough space to make any retreats...I need to devise another way to cast my more advanced spells... Crest thought. The dwarves finally quieted and all was silent. They were ready for what they expect to be a short fight. Crest made a polite bow towards his opponent.
"I am Crestierem," Crest introduced, "I hope to have an... entertaning battle." Crest said as he straightened himself. He then pulled out his borrowed Hell's Bane and readied himself for battle. Your move... Crest thought as he waited for the attack.

"Well, this seems to be an easy win for you, elf." Said one of the Dwarves, laughing, seeing Elither’s opponent enter the chamber. "This one is blind, how can he have possibly made it to the second round!" Shouted another, almost falling out of his seat, laughing so hard, and slamming his little fat fist on the table. Their intelligence matches their odor… Elither thought, smirking slightly. He noticed what the dwarf was laughing about—his opponent was blind.. So it seemed, but Elither was not dumb. He knew that there was no possible way that his opponent was just blind, there had to be something else, or he would not have made it passed the first round.
Elither watched the rocks ricochet off the walls, as his opponent had tossed them. Smirking, Elither was already thinking of a tactic. He must have some kind of special hearing… I better find out, now how could I do that. I don’t want to attack in close range, incase he does have good hearing, possibly he may not be blind at all, I’m just going to find out, hmm… Maybe an arrow would do the trick, I could shoot it from long range, it doesn’t make much noise, maybe this’d catch him off guard, I’ll at least give it a try… Elither smirked, thinking this. He quietly took an arrow from his quiver with his left hand, and used his right hand to pull the bow from his side. He set the arrow on the bow, and pulled the string tight, and aimed.

He aimed for the middle of his opponent’s waist, and smirked even more. He almost hoped that his opponent had very sensitive hearing, or could really see under that cloth he used to cover his eyes, because if he could not, then he’d be in much pain, though Elither had high doubts that this attack would actually make contact with his opponent, because if he could see, or had amazing hearing, he would have enough time to at least move to one side, and let the blow graze him, or if he had enough speed, he could easily maneuver his body to the side.
"I am Crestierem," said his opponent. "I hope to have an... entertaining battle."
He added.
“As do I, Crestierem” Elither said coldly, closing one eye to make sure his aim was true. He released the string, as the arrow flew, with a small whiz towards his opponent’s waist. Elither had high hopes that his opponent would evade, or at least parry the arrow away some how. He drew his bow down slightly, as a few white strands of hair broke free from his hood, and swayed lightly on his shoulders. Elither just now realized that it was not just the dwarves that stunk strongly, but the whole chamber did. Elither looked out at the corner of his eye, to notice that their were torches in brackets on the wall, sending a flickering shadow on the wall itself, like it was dancing. Maybe I could use those as my advantage somehow… They put off a lot of sound…

Crest waited patiently for the attack. Underneath the laughing of the dwarves, he heard a quiet stretching sound coming from his opponent. So...he has a bow, Crest examined, he wishes to keep his distance...it's a shame that range is my specialty as well. As soon as he releases his arrow, I shall release an 'arrow' of my own. The disgusting stench of the chamber finally reached his nose. He smelled something odd hidden inside the odor.
"As do I, Crestierem" Crest's opponent said in a cold tone. The arrow was released from the bow of the opponent and whizzed towards Crestierem's waist. Crest hopped to the side and turned his body at the same time. Though he had evaded the arrow, he did not evade it completly. The arrow left a small cut along Crest's waist. As soon as the arrow had passed him, Crest opened his left hand, felt the heat appear above the palm of his hand. As soon as the fireball appeared in his palm, Crest sent it flying towards his opponents chest, with a smile appearing on Crest's face.

He smirked seeing that the arrow had been almost completely evaded. So he does have sensitive hearing.. Elither though, pulling another arrow from his quiver. He dipped the arrow in some of the alcohol l that the dwarves were drinking, and set it upon his bow. I could try and glance it off the wall, and let it fly threw a torch.. Maybe it'd hit him... Elither thought, but he needn't the effort of doing that, for his opponent had seemed to summon a fire sphere in his hand. A mage...... Elither thought, growling loudly. I could use that fire against him.. He smirked slightly, raising his bow and aiming. The fire in Crests hand should do the trick of hiding any sound that came from his bow. Just as the mage had thrown the fire, Elither shot off his arrow, aimed straight through the fire sphere, and at Crests' right shoulder.
Now the fire.. How could I possibly defend, or evade that... Elither thought, then it had came to him. Maybe the sloppiness of the Dwarves could help... He thought, reaching around behind him. Using his left hand, he felt around for something quickly that could be useful, for the fire sphere was nearing in range. He felt A large, and very thick bronze platter, that was used to serve the dwarves food on. He quickly snatched it up, and the platter infront of him. He held it out infront of him, as the fire sphere had neared very close to him. It sounded like a clash of two symbols being slammed together. The platter was large enough to cover his whole chest, and almost half his stomach. The fire had managed to do no damage, besides heating the platter up. Elither dropped the platter, and looked to his left hand. The tips of his gloves smoked slightly, as the tips of his fingers stung some.

Crest started chanting the words of magic as soon as the fireball spell had been released. Crest heard another air piercing sound that interrupted the constant fire that made up the Flame Blast. Crest turned his body sideways and the burning arrow flew by harmlessly, but he still kept the chant on his lips. A strong wind, out of nowhere, flew around Crest, making his cloak flutter around him. The candles near Crest blew out, and some candelabras were knocked over by the sudden winds. The spell is completed... Crest thought as he rose his left hand and aimed with it, as if the wind were coming from his palm. The wind blew from behind Crest, passed him, and flew straight at the opponent, strong enough to blow him off his feet and into the walls. All the remaining candles in the path blew out while the candelabras holding them flew towards the opponent, spinning in midair like acrobats of a circus. The dwarves who audienced the tournament ducked down to avoid the winds and flying candelabras. A sudden disorientation came over Crest from the drain of stamina. He changed his footing just to keep himself from falling onto his face. Crest shook his head, as if to shake off the dizziness that overcame him, lifted his head and "looked" at his opponent, and smiled.

Damn that Mage... Elither thought, as Crest had just pulled his weight to one side, turning his body to let the flaming arrow pass, and the speed of the arrow had caused the flame to not harm the Mage's clothing. And the mage had already started a little stunt. Wind burst from nowhere around the Mage named Crest, causing him to spin up from the floor for a moment, before he had landed. The only good thing about the burst of wind, was that the spinning motion that it had made, had sucked the odor of the dwarves, and the chamber alone, around Crest. Elither almost snickered, thinking about how much it had to stink over there by Crest, and his smelling sense, since is had been heightened up due to the loss of sight. Elither then saw the candelabras, and the gale hurled right at him, and knew he could not overcome the gale of wind, or evade it.
Elither tried to think as fast as he could. Maybe I could dodge those candelabras, but what about the Gale.. it's too strong for even me to handle...Damned Mage's....I need something to grasp onto, or I will end up wounded badly... Think.. Think... "GAHH!!!! Take cover everyone!" the king yelled, ducking under the table, that Elither had positioned himself right infront of. Elither's brain seemed to over-work itself, before something clicked. He turned his head just slightly, enough to see the throne of the king. The throne.. It's anchored down straight onto the ground.. I doubt it will give.. That's it.. All I need to do is let myself be thrown at it.. Elither smirked, and opened his arms wide out, and dropped his weight right to his legs, to keep his body under his own control as much as he could, as the gale came within ten meters of him.

The gale had thrown his hood from his face, causing his hair to billow out behind him, almost like a sail would. The cold red eyes of Elither's narrowed drastically, contorting his face even more than it already was. The gale had slammed into his chest, as the candelabras had flew past him, and one had managed to smack against his gut, but it didn't cause much damage, just a small bruise, for it was only a decoration. The gale had thrown Elither backwards, like he had hoped, and Elither used the weight that he put on his feet to control his body into a somewhat backflip. Elither's hand had slammed into something very hard--The kings throne. Elither grasped onto the smooth stone as hard as he could, and threw his right arm out towards the other side of the throne aswell, letting his bow slip from his hand. He had both hands firmly grasped on the smooth cold stone, as small chunks of food, goblets, plates, and the tables themselves were hurled at the wall. A few goblets had smashed into his face--nose, right cheek, and his forehead, causing a laceration to his forehead, and his eyes to water from his nose, it stung badly, Elither figured it was broken. The gale had died down finally, and Elither's body stopped floating upwards in the wind, and dropped down behind the throne itself. Elither let his hands go from the throne, and practically fell backwards, onto his rear end. He needed to take a small breather, and this was the opportunity to. He retched backwards, taking deep breaths, in search of his bow. He chuckled a bit, as the bow had managed to survive through the gale--it had threaded onto one of the forks of a candelabras, and never touched the wall. He dragged it from the ground, and to himself, taking a small peek around the throne, then pulling his head back into the cover.

Elither thought for a moment. What should I do now.... I can't stay at long range, it's too much of a risk, the damned Mage has the advantage.. He wiped his left arm across his forehead, and face, to remove sweat, and blood before it could manage to blur his vision. Elither thought again. This bow is no use for now....Hmm.. A candelabras rolled off of a small pile of things that had crashed into the wall, and piled on top of each other, and ran into his fingers. ..Heh.. I could use this, and my blade. Elither thought, wrapping his narrow gloved fingers around the cold steel of the candelabras, and using his right to tie the bow loosely to his side, and grasp the hilt of his FlashBlade. Elither drew his FlashBlade, and used a technique he obtained a while back. He was now armed with both his own blade, and a candelabras, as he took one last deep breathe, and looked out from the safety of the throne to his opponent. Elither then pulled himself to both of his feet, though in a slight crouch, before sprinting off to the right of the throne, then zagging right at his opponent. He didn't want to be an easier target, so he had started to strafe from the left, to the right, then to the right to the right, then right to the left, followed by a left, to be unorthodox.

Crest "saw" the archer grab the candelabras in his left and draw his sword. Tch, an ambidextrous opponent...just what I need... Crest thought sarcastically. Crest heard his opponent start his charge, constantly strafing to the sides in no particular pattern, his feet tapping on the ground giving Crest his position easily. Crest almost started laughing, "seeing" the fighter move. The opponent was blown to the opposite side of the hall, giving extra distance between the two, and now he was charging Crest, with movements that slowed his forward movement. What is he doing? He's just wasting his own energy. Crest thought. And besides, he may be moving too fast for my FlameBlast, but he is moving too slow to get to me quickly. Crest thought with a grin. Another chant came from his lips. A chant differant than the one he had just done. No matter where he moves, his target will always be the same...and that's me. Crest thought as he chanted. He felt the burning magic flow from his soul to the rest of his body. The stamina drained from him once again as the chant flew out of his lips, the price for spells. Crest said all the words required for the spell to work, except for the last word, and the urge for the spell to work. Now, the board is set... all I need, are the right pieces... Crest thought as he turned his body sideways, his borrowed Hell's Bane ready to defend, waiting for the attack from his opponent.

Elither had stopped ten feet away from his opponent, and to the right. He saw Crest the Mage chant again, and saw that his body looked slightly worn out. So those little techniques do phase him…. Elither thought. He looked down to the candelabras, and smirked slightly, he yanked the cloak off his body, the string around his neck untieing from the loose knot. He very gently pulled his hand off the hilt of his Flashblade, making no noise whatsoever. He tied the cloak to one of the candle holders of the candelabras, and aimed it at his opponent. He’s too good with the hearing.. I’ve got to do something about that… Elither thought, Chunking the candelabras at his opponent, though it wasn’t aimed exactly at him, just in front of him. Then he drew his bow out, as the cloak fluttered loudly in the air, causing a highly elevated noise. He gently drew to arrows from his quiver, and set them on his bow. I need to make more noise… Need to stress his senses out, so I am able to attack… Elither smirked, having an idea. He yelled asloud as he could, at the same time as to stretch the string out. The string may have made a slight noise, but even to a very sensitive hearing, the yelling should have easily drowned out all other noises. He slanted his bow slightly, to a diagonal level. He released the string, still yelling, so that it would drown out any noise made from the release of the string, and the fletch of the arrow cutting the wind. If this would work, one arrow should hit the small of his back, and his right shoulder blade. “DAMN YOU MAGE!” Elither bellowed at last, holding the bow in one hand, and drawing his blade out with his right, narrowing his eyes.

Crest heard the opponent stop in his tracks. Then the cloak started fluttering around in one spot. Crest raised an eyebrow. Why hasn't he attacked yet? Suddenly, the fluttering came towards him, but there was something strange about the movement. Crest heard the object land on the ground in front of him, bounced on the ground a few times and stopped at Crest's feet. Crest could tell it was one of the candelabras, from the sounds it made while landing. Crest heard no charging or threatening footsteps towards him. Hmm...Seems like he's trying to distract me with silly tactics, Crest thought amusingly. Crest then switched his sword from his right hand to his left, put his foot under the candelabra that was thrown at his feet, and kicked it up, grabbing it in his free hand. Still...this would be useful... Crest thought. Suddenly, the opponent started yelling. What's with all the racket? Crest thought with a slight grin. Crest then heard a new sound in the spaces between the opponents incoherent yelling. It was something fast...cutting the wind in his direction, but the opponent was not moving... When Crest realized what was happening, he cursed inside his mind as he brought up the candelabra and spun it like a fast windmill, hitting the arrows and knocking them to the ground. This is getting irritating... Crest thought as he charged his opponent, dropping the candelabra behind him and switching the sword to his right hand, then taking out his dirk with his left.

He glared at the blind Mage, wondering how on earth he turned around fast enough, to parry away the arrows, and from that short of a distance. I despise Mage's.... Elither thought, His fingers grasping around the blade like an Anaconda wrapping around its defenseless prey. Feeling blood from the laceration on his forehead which was aching, and sweat from his forehead mix together, and run down, Elither used the hand that was holding the bow to wipe it away before it got into his eyes. He drew his arm down, and realized what was happening. Finally he went offensive.. Elither thought. He crouched down slightly, tightening his grip on both the bow, and his blade. What will the Mage do... What will he do... Elither thought, narrowing his eyes even more to contort his face. He felt the blood draining from his nose slowly leek around his upper lip, as he slid his tongue out of his mouth, and onto the blood, wiping it away.

He tensed his body, seeing that his opponent was only around 6 feet away from him. Lets see what he has... Elither grinned, raising his blade slightly.

As Crest approached, he "saw" the elf tense up. He heard the elf tighten his grip around his sword with deadly tightness. I wonder how's his skill with the sword is... Crest wondered. Right before they were in range, Crest threw his dirk, aiming towards the throat of his opponent. A simple distraction that cannot be ignored...and... Then Crest hopped forward and landed right in front of the fighter. Changing his posture to a solid stance as he landed, he immediatly slashed horizontally, aiming at the stomach of his opponent, close enough to disembowel the archer. ...the cut for him to eat his own insides, Crest thought happily. But he knew that this attack was easy to block or dodge...so he has an extra trick up his sleeve.

Crest advanced more on Elither, bringing his blade up slightly. What will he do... Elither thought, but, he had no need to think much longer for Crest the Mage had brought his dirk out at Elither's throat. Elither almost laughed, as he ducked under the blade, crouching down as the blade skimmed some of the strands of hair that had stayed up. The dirk landed in one of the torches in the bracket on the wall just behind Elither. The Mage had hopped right infront of him. Crest had brought his blade out into a horizontal slash at Elither's gut, as he stood in a very strong stance. Elither brought his own blade up, and the metal of both blades collided. Now..what to do... He looked to the blind Mage once more, then down at his own leg. Bringing his left leg up towards Crest's ribs on the left, he hoped to knock the wind out of him, and maybe crack, or break a few ribs.

CLANG! The blades of both metals made contact with the sound echoing throughout the hall. Instead of the Hell's Bane ricocheting off of the opponents Flashblade, Crest kept his posture and pushed against the opponents sword. The opponent kicked at Crest side. Crest took the hit, and with all his enduring strength which caused him to grind his teeth, Crest immediatly tried to grab the leg at his left side, to hopefully pin the leg there with his arm wrapped around the leg so that the person could not leave and was also off balance. Whether or not he had successfully grabbed and pinned the leg, Crest was determined to continue on with what he had originally planned. Excellant, everything is set. Crest thought as he spoke the final words of the already prechanted spell. He felt the stamina drain from him, causing his body to loosen slightly. I must be prepared for anything...I must keep my strength this time, Crest thought determined, pulling out what was left of his strength to keep himself ready for any unplanned actions. A ring of fire bursted up around the two, slightly smaller than the room. The ring of fire started to close in, growing higher with every approaching inch. Crest "watched" up close, the expressions of his opponent, heard the heart of him increase its pace dramatically, feeling the heat around the two growing hotter in the inclosed room. Let's see what you will do in this situation, Crest thought, grinning at his opponent, barely able to keep his laughter in control.

His opponent had snatched his leg up, and kept it beside him. Damn that Mage... I'll kill him for this... Elither thought, glaring at his opponent. He was hopping from one place, to another with his foot to keep his balance, and then he heard the rest of a chant being said. A ring of fire burst from nowhere around them, almost the size of the room itself, And Elither's face contorted with fury, and horror, for it had reminded him of that small clearing, when he was turned by that Dark Mage. No... What do I do now...... Elither thought, and he gripped his sword, and his other hand around his bow. ..That's it.... He may have my sword occupied .. but not my bow.. Elither's grinned slightly, and swung his bow at the Mage's head, at the same time yanking his leg away from the Mage. Elither wasn't sure if he had hit the Mage with the bow, but he wasn't going to waste time to see. His brain seemed to storm its way into thought, about how to get passed this fire.

"Mommy! Daddy! I'm scared!" One of the young Dwarves said. Elither turned to look, and saw that the Dwarf was one of the lower upper-class. Surely The young Dwarves don't drink alcohol... Elither smirked, and looked around. He saw his cloak laying a few feet away, and dropped into a roll for it, passed the Mage. Rolling, he grabbed the candelabras it was tied to, and pushed himself onto his feet, and out of the roll with his hands. Elither rushed over to one of the lower-class tables, and yanked the cloak from the candelabras. Find it.. Find it.. Find it! Elither searched frantically over the table, trying to find any liquid besides alcohol. He finally found a large bowl of water, and smirked. He used his hand to push his cloak inside the bowl, to get it soaked. He looked up, and the fire was very near. Pulling the cloak out, Elither ran towards the fire, wrapping himself in the cloak, and pulling the hood over his face. He looked through the green material over his eyes, and saw that the fire was only a few feet away, when he dropped into a front roll. He rolled through the fire, being protected by the soaked cloak, and the leather boots he has. The cloak didn't last long though, it had caught on fire just as he rolled through it. Elither pulled himself out of the roll, sitting up, and he quickly ripped the cloak from his body, and patted the fire out, because he may need this again. He felt around his body, to make sure that the fire didn't spread to the own clothes that was on his body, and patted a small fire out, that was on his shoulder. Elither winced slightly, for the fire had caused a small burn on his collarbone. "Damned Mage." Elither grunted, pulling himself up onto his feet.

Crest heard the fires around them come closer as he kept his opponent pinned next to him. Soon, this will be over, and we'll both burn by my own spell, Crest thought happily. Crest felt his opponent hop on his leg to keep himself upright. Suddenly, his opponent threw his bow at Crest's head. Crest cursed loudly at two things with one word, turning his head to prevent the bow from hitting him square in the face. One was on the fact that he had forgotten about the bow, the second was that his opponent was clever enough to throw it at his head. The bow hit Crest on the side of the face and bounced behind him, and the pain of the object hitting the side of his head caused him to greatly loosen his grip on the opponents leg. He felt his opponent withdraw his leg. Damn it! Crest cursed angrily in his head, holding the side of his face that was hit. Well, that was unexpected... Crest thought with a smirk, rubbing the side of his face while his opponent scurried about, trying to find ways to to escape the spell.
"Mommy! Daddy! I'm scared!" One of the young Dwarves said. Crest turned his head towards the voice. A child?! Crest examined surprised. They purposely brought a child to watch this bloody tournament? Crest thought, distracted. His thoughts on the untimely distraction was altered when he heard drips of water inside the ring of fire. Crest "saw" his opponent dipping his cloak in a bowl of water, preparing to jump through the wall of fire. Crest was about to chase after him, but he was tired from the spell. He patiently rested in the center of the ring that slowly enclosed around him, regaining his stamina while his opponent jumped through the fire. He heard sounds of patting from his opponent on the opposite side of the wall of fire. So, he barely escaped the flames, Crest thought, Let's bring him some more... Crest thought happily. After he was well rested, Crest ran towards the wall that was inching towards him, that his opponent had ran through. Right before he ran into the fire wall, he jumped and spun in mid-air, hitting the fire back first, allowing his cloak to catch on fire. Then, as he safely exited his own spell, he took off and threw his burning cloak towards his opponent. Crest landed neatly on the ground, hearing the fire ring finally collide with itself, turning into a pillar of fire that illuminated the room brightly. I hope that was a surprise... Crest thought with a smirk on his face.

Elither had gotten to his feet by now, when he heard quick footsteps, then the top of the wall of fire had been interrupted by something. Looking up, Elither saw the blind Mage leap over the giant wall of fire. "Damned Mage" Elither said loudly, as the Mage had thrown his own flaming cloak at Elither. Is that a desperation attempt? Elither thought, laughing loudly. He brought his FlashBlade up infront of him, in a dull slash at the cloak. The flaming cloak had wrapped itself around the blade, and a small part of the hilt. The very tips of Elithers fingernails shriveled up black and smoking, before Elither could push the cloak up slightly. This could be very useful.... Elither smirked, looking at the Mage in the air. Elither picked up the bow that he dropped beside him, when he rolled through the fire, and held it in one hand, dropping the burning blade a foot beside him, so that it did not burn him. Elither pulled another arrow from his quiver, and set it on his bow, fusing his own element with it. Just as the Mage was about to land, Elither aimed, tightened the string, and waited.

Let's see if he likes this.... Elither shot the arrow off just as the Mage went to land, the arrow aiming for his chest. Elither was not sure if the Mage was able to dodge or not, for he was only a few feet away, and had just landed. Elither bent down, and picked the flaming blade up, and clutched his hand around the hilt, a few flames licking his hand now and then, singing the hair on the back of his hand, and knuckles.

Crest heard the sound of the string tightening as he was landing. Shoot! Not good... Crest thought. The enchanted arrow was released and flew towards Crest's chest, cutting the wind as it flew. Crest leaned back and twisted his body, but because of the distance between the two, the arrow successfully hit Crest, but fortunatly, in his right shoulder. Though it was unfortunate that it was the shoulder of his sword arm. The pain of the arrow in the shoulder of his sword arm caused him to drop his sword, and the enchantment of darkness in the arrow, caused lasting pain for every second it remained there. Crest impatiently started pulling out the arrow with his left hand. "GAH!" Crest yelled as the arrow came lose and withdrew from Crest's flesh. Crest shivered uncontrolably from the pain that the hit had caused. He stood limply with only magic to his defence as well as offence. Though he was in terrible pain, Crest managed to smile for his opponent. Good one, archer, Crest thought. I owe you one now... Crest thought as he bent over to pick up his fallen sword with his right hand. Crest grimaced from the pain in his shoulder as he lifted the sword off the ground. Because of the pain, Crest had to drop the sword, causing a clanging sound on the hard floor. Crest grabbed the sword with his left hand instead. Crest heard the sounds that his burning cloak made while it was wrapped around his opponents sword. Hmmm...he's using my own fire against me...clever, clever... Crest examined. Crest quickly thought of all the events in the battle that left them in this situation. He was too tired to cast anymore advanced spells. And again, I'm at a disadvantage...being forced to swordmanship with my left hand, unable to cast my more powerful spells without the risk of fainting, and with his sword burning from the fires that I created. Crest examined. The words fire repeated in his head. That's it! Crest's mind yelled with an idea. Crest raised his right, injured arm into the air, the hand pointing into the ceiling. He then positioned his sword parallel to the ground, next to his stomach with the tip pointing towards his opponent. A very strange stance, Crest admitted, but perfect for this situation.

Elither didn't waste any time, for the fact was that his arrow had missed it's mark. True it had caused a great deal of pain, and the loss of Crests sword arm, but he was one of the gifted few that could wield weapons in both hands, it seemed. Elither looked slightly confused at his opponents strange stance. Hmmm...Maybe I can catch him off guard with a cross slash...Not sure.. lets find out.. He swept away from his current position, leaping more then running. Every time he had landed, he landed very lightly, then back into the air again. As he neared his opponent, he dropped down upon him, sending a vice like slash with the hard side of his bow, and his blade at his opponent's shoulders.

Elither landed with his eyes closed for a moment, not wanting to find out if his attack missed or not. He opened them, and looked to his opponent...

Crest "watched" his opponent leaping towards him. Every time he had landed, he landed very lightly, then back into the air again. Now! Crest's mind yelled, as he lowered his raised hand and pointed towards the ground, right before Crest's opponent attack. With the movement, all the water collected from all the water bowls in the room, came crashing down in the form of a waterfall, in between the small space between the two and became a wall that hid Crest from sight, but since Crest did not rely on his eyes, he could still "see" his opponent quite clearly, also giving him accuracy. Still, the opponents attack came, the burning sword splashed through the wall of water, putting the fire out, and landed on Crest's shoulder. Fortunatly, because of the cloth still wrapped around it, the attack was cushioned and unabled to do any slicing, and because the blade was slightly slowed down from the water, it was enough to weaken the attack slightly. The bow was only slowed and hit Crest's other shoulder. Crest grimaced from the pain, a scream of pain escaped his lips, but with all the strength he could muster, he endured the pain and did not allow it to slow him down. Excellant, he's now in place, Crest thought as he immediately thrust his sword from it's already stabbing position, through the waterfall and aimed at the center of his opponents chest at almost point blank range, making it very difficult to dodge, and because of the waterfall hiding Crest, there was no way his opponent could read Crest's movements until it was too late.

Elither opened his eyes, and saw that his opponent had made a movement, for it shown through the water as a silhouette. Then he heard a slight noise coming from the waterfall, and immediately drew himself back away from it. He couldn't exactly evade it all, for the blade of his opponent's rushed out extremely fast. The blade had pierced through his over shirt, and tacked into his leather breastplate, the tip prodding violently into skin. Elither moved away a little bit more, withdrawing the blade from his clothing, and skin. Elither then thought for a brief moment. What to do now.. That coward’s hiding behind that Water…. Elither thought, before backing away even more. Elither stood about ten meters from his opponent, and dropped down slightly into a crouch. If he needed to he could easily defend his whole body with his blade in this stance, or evade quicker, and easier.

Elither did not want to make another move, for his opponent stood hidden behind that waterfall, using it as a shield. I’ll just wait until he comes out… Elither thought, shaking some of his hair out of his eyes.

Crest did not know if he had successfully injured his opponent, but when he attacked, he felt his sword run into some resistance. Crest wasn't sure if he had hit the target, but soon he would know. There wasn't much water left except for the water already used for the spell. Soon the waterfall halted, and again, Crest examined the situation. Tch, he wears armor...that puts me at a disadvantage, similar to those of the last round, Crest examined. He was exhausted from all the spells he had casted, his body was covered in cuts, bruises, and other injuries, internal and external. His legs shook, holding up his body with fatigue, until he no longer had the strength. Crest fell down to one knee, using his sword to support himself from falling down on his face. Am I beaten? Is this the end of the tournament for me? Crest thought dispairingly. No...I am not ready to lose, not yet anyways... Crest thought with a smile on his face. He forced himself up, using the sword for support until he stood up straight, where the sword was too small for support. Crest lifted his sword with his left hand and turned his body sideways, so that his left side faced his opponent. He rested the pommel of his sword on his side, but kept the blade of the sword at a 45 degree angle, pointing at his opponent. With his right hand open, a fireball appeared just above his palm, which Crest kept about a foot away from his side so that he would not put himself on fire. Crest waited in his battle stance, waiting to see what his opponent would do, with all the differant possibilities of the battle, rushing through his head. What will you do?... Crest asked himself, What will you do?...

Elither looked to the silhouette of his opponent through the thin waterfall, yawning slightly. He was tired, aching, cut, and burned. Fatigue was starting to wear in on his body, and his head throbbed with pain, and effort of thought. I'll just wait here for a moment... He thought, letting his body recover, even if it was only for a few seconds. Then he noticed something, his opponent had fallen to one knee, but only got up after a few moments. Then something appeared just above his hand, as he drew himself to a side stance. The blade of his opponent had pointed straight at him, and he could see it quite clearly, the waterfall had stopped by now, besides a few drips here and there. What is he going to do... Elither thought, tightening his grip on both his bow, and his FlashBlade.
"I'm going to end this one way or another." Elither said out loud, so that his opponent would hear it, and it wasn't an angry, or cold voice saying it, this time it was a calm, determined voice which Elither hadn't used since he was turned. Elither started walking calmly to his opponent, looking into his opponent's covered eyes, wondering if Crest could sense would he was doing. Elither stopped about fifteen feet away from his opponent, and just stood there, waiting for Crest to make a move.

Crest waited in his stance for a few minutes. So this is what it comes down to, both sides, ready for battle, but waiting for the other side to make the first move. Crest thought. But Crest was actually relieved that both sides were waiting for the the opponent to move. Crest was regaining all his strength and stamina, needed to continue the battle, but unfortunately, his body still ached from all the wounds and hits he had taken. This is good, if needed to, or if my opponent waited long enough, I would be able cast the advanced spells like Winds of Fate, or End of Time. Crest thought, planning ahead, just in case that neither moved even longer. I could also attack, but this stance is no good for and offensive charge, and I do not have the strength nor skill to be a successful agressor. Crest thought. Both sides silently stood in their places, resting and waiting for their opponent to make the first move, and neither of them wanted to make it. After a few more minutes, the dwarves were getting restless. They wanted blood! They began yelling and screaming for it, throwing foods and dishes in hopes to provoke either side to attack. Tch, pitiful dwarves, I would incinerate them if I didn't need the energy. Crest thought distracted. At least not all dwarves are like this, the common folk, miners and smiths seem much more at peace. Crest returned his attention back at his opponent. I wonder how long this will last... Crest asked himself with a small smile on his face.

Elither stood there for a moment, keeping his eyes upon the fireball that Crest the Mage had, and his blade. Then the chants, boo's, yells, and screams started from the dwarves. Damn those Dwarves.. Their all annoying.. I'd like to kill them.. Those dirty beasts... Then some things had started flying towards each opponent, Goblets, forks, knives, spoons, bowls, and platters. Elither dropped his bow, and caught a large bronze platter like the one he had used earlier, in his hand, and looked to it. This could yet prove useful..once again. He thought, smirking slightly. Then he saw his opponent smile softly, and a very small smile at that, and glared. Elither knew that the Mage was thinking of something, and Elither did not want that. Elither gripped the Platter by the small handle on the bottom, in which the Servants used to serve with it, and held it like a shield, then he quickly advanced on his opponent more, keeping his eyes on his opponent, and just his opponent.

I need to give it all I have this time... Elither may just be able to use the bickering and yelling and the things thrown by the dwarves to his advantage, surely those things had messed extremely with Crests senses. Elither was only 3 feet away from his opponent, yelled "THIS WILL END! " and brought his blade down into a very swift slash down at Crest's chest.

Crest heard his opponent start his charge with all the food, silverware, and dishes falling all around the arena. Crest heard him pick something out of the air, but couldn't make out what it was exactly. So, he thinks that the sounds of falling objects will confuse me, Crest smirked as his opponent approached, having to deal with the extra wind resistance of the place. It doesn't matter, Crest thought, I am well rested and ready to take action, physical or magically.
"THIS WILL END!" His opponent yelled as he made a downwards slash towards Crest's chest. Soon... Crest added mentally. Crest raised his borrowed Hell's Bane and blocked the attack. If this hits, then the fireball would blow up in his chest. The explosion would cause us both to fly apart with some injuries, but his injuries would be far worse than mine. Crest thought with a smirk.
"I am not that blind!" Crest yelled as he took the hand that contained the fireball, and smashed it upon his opponents front that was not covered with whatever was causing wind resistance for the archer, which would be difficult to dodge at such a close range. Whatever was causing wind resistance for him, it gives me a great idea of what to do next, whether or not the FlameBlast hits. Crest thought as he began the chant with an inaudible voice.

His own blade had been knocked away from it's aim by Crest's Borrowed HellsBane. This was expected, I gotta think of something else now though... Damn Mage... Elither thought, pushing his blade against Crests, while gripping the platter tightly. "I am not that blind!" Crest yelled, pulling the hand with the fireball down. I hope he would do this... Elither thought, and using his speed, he brought the platter up and closed his eyes, just as crest went to smash it into his chest. The fireball rung against the platter, exploding backwards towards Crest, though he caught some of the force from it.

Elither had been thrown backwards from the force of the fireball, and knocked off his feet. Landing on his rear end, Elither gasped for breath, and winced slightly, for the fireball had burned his chin and the right side of his neck. And he felt that when he made such a quick, and harsh movement pulling that platter up, that it had torn the burned skin on his shoulder. He sat there for a moment, to gain his breathe back, because the fireball had caused the platter to his his chest, and knock even more breathe out of him. Elither pushed himself up off the ground with the platter, and his feet, and staggered slightly. His ears rung for a moment, then he opened his eyes. He dropped the platter, and the Flashblade, and looked around for a quick moment. Where is it.. this is my chance... He thought, and grinned slightly, seeing his bow was a foot behind him. He backed up slightly, and bent down, to pick the bow up. He pulled himself back up, and quickly pulled two arrow from his quiver, propping them on the bow. He staggered towards Crest, His legs hurting.

He stood five feet from Crest, and took aim with his arrows. This Mage is trouble.... Elither thought, taking aim at Crests throat, and chest. Hopefully he won't be able to move.. That fireball was powerful.. And he released the string, letting both arrows fly towards Crest.

As the Fireball made contact, Crest heard a "Pong" sound. The explosion followed, pushing both sides backwards. Metal... Crest thought unconciously, preoccupied with the chant at his lips. As Crest landed on his back, he curled his body, allowing himself to roll, then he brought his hands to the ground, which was now behind his head, and pushed himself off the ground and into the air, where he continued to movement that he started from the roll and landed on his feet. His right hand was slightly burned from the attack, making his whole right arm almost completly useless.

Crest finished the last of the chant a few seconds afterwards. Again, the powerful wind revived into the chamber and swirled around Crest, waiting for him to decide the target and direction. Crest felt a great amount of energy drain from him, causing him to weaken and fall to his knees, though the energy taken to cast the spell was the same as before. ...Hmmm....I guess I'm not as well rested as I thought I was... Crest thought. Right then, he heard his opponent pick something off the ground. He heard the wood of it scrap off the ground. Then, Crest heard wood scrap against metal. What is that? Crest thought drowsily, his exhaustion interfereing with his thoughts. Then he heard the string stretching. Right then, it popped into his head what his opponent was doing. He was preparing to finish him off by the arrow. Crest cursed loudly as he swung his left arm to the side, as if he was shoving a person in front of him to the side, right when the arrows were released. The powerful gale blew from the side, pounding on the side of his opponent powerful enough to, again, lift him off his feet and into the wall with no bolted down chairs to save him, but, unfortunatly for Crest, it was too late for the arrow...arrows flying towards him.

The wind did, however, manage to push them off course. One of them, landed in Crest left shoulder, while the other skimmed the side of his neck, leaving a cut as proof that it did damage. The force of the arrow that hit his shoulder, forced him on his back. Crest grabbed the arrow sticking out of his shoulder with his burnt right hand. Crest closed his eyes tightly, preparing himself for two pains. With whatever strength he could spare, he pulled out the arrow, gritting his teeth. Excrusiating pain came from both his shoulder and his burnt hand. After a seconds rest gathering his mind and thoughts, Crest realized that his spell was still doing it's work, pounding on his opponent to push him off his feet and into the unprotected wall with no throne to pin himself to like the other time. Crest could only hope that the gale was just enough to finish his opponent off. Doubtful... Crest thought pessimistic, as he laid on the ground, slowly recovering his strength.

Elither shot his arrows off, in thought because he saw the Mage lifted from the ground from the wind. That Mage... He's going to use that little wind trick again.... And Elither was right, Crest seemed to push something invisible in his way, and Elither could only think what it was. No... Damn him.... If I hit that wall.. My arrows will more than likely snap... I think I might be able to stay against the wall before the Gale hits me.. Maybe it wouldn't hurt me as bad as it just slamming me up against the wall.. Elither wanted to make sure his arrows didn't snap, so he reached around, and grabbed a handful of arrows--five, maybe six. He kept them in the same hand as the bow, as he dropped into a backwards roll, trying to buy a little time. He heard a muffled thud, and knew that at least one arrow had hit. I need something to atleast to keep my body from not getting to damaged between the wall, and the gale... Elither thought, looking around as much as possible while he rolled. He felt his foot hit the hilt of his Flashblade, and quickly reached out to grab it. The Gale was slowly catching up to him, and he was only 3 feet away from the wall. So he pushed himself out of the roll, and propped himself against the wall, looking at the Gale, things from the tables started flying around with it, bowls, goblets, platters, knives, and forks. Elither propped the flashblade against the wall, letting it scrape loud, and roughly. Then the Gale hit. The blade almost instantly started to slide across the wall, as his body started to slam roughly against the wall. He winced severely, because it had stung, and knocked the breath out of him. Elither straightened the blade out, and pushed on it, causing him to slowly creep away from the wall, fighting against the wind. A goblet had slammed into his gut, causing an almost immediate bruise. But he could do nothing about it, the wind pushing against him, and the fact that he was doing everything he could to keep from being squished between the wall, and the gale caused every bit of his attention to it. The tip of his blade snapped loudly, and broke off, hitting the ground as Elither was pushed back slightly. He kept his blade steady though, and put it back against the wall, just as a knife came rushing towards him. The knife had stabbed into his side, just below his ribs.

Finally the Gale let up, and died, before Elither fell backwards against the wall, and slid down it, until he was in a sitting up position. He let go of his blade, letting it fall down, and hit the ground, before he gripped the knife's rough handle. He jerked it out quickly, and gritted his teeth, feeling it carve it's way out of his body, leaving a blood trail from where he pulled it out. Elither ripped the a part of his shirt off from the bottom, and stuffed it inside the small hole, to stop the bleeding quickly. Elither took this moment to take a breather, knowing that if his opponent was still alive, he was at least worn out as well.

After resting with what avaliable time he had, Crest forced himself into a sitting position. Then from that, he forced himself to a standing positions. He tried to lift the sword with his left hand, but now it was too heavy for either hands to carry. Crest dropped the sword from his loose fingers, causing the sword to make clanging sounds that echoed throughout the chamber. His arms hung limply at his sides, from shoulders that sagged. He almost looked like a zombie, covered in blood from the many injuries that he had recieved, barely able to keep himself up. He could no longer "see" his opponent anymore, too many distractions from his aching body, demanding rest and recovery. Tch, not good... Crest thought as he tried to pinpoint his opponent's position. ...No choice, if I have to continue this, I have to see... Crest thought as he slowly removed his blindfold. He took it off, revealing his blood red eyes, and stuffed the strip of cloth into his pocket. Colors and details were now in sight. Crest saw his opponent was just as exhausted as he was, bearing several wounds as well. His opponent still had his bow, and about 5-6 arrows in one hand. Hmm....he still has his bow and arrows...My only weapon is my magic, but only the weaker ones...Casting another End of Time, or Winds of Fate will most likely be too much for me too handle in this state... Crest examined. Crest looked around with his eyes, examining what was left of the battlefield. Everything, from the tables to silverware, were blown to the walls, making the small arena completly clear of obstacles. There's nowhere to run without it being considered forfeiting...and there's nothing in my advantage at this time... Crest examined. Crest's eyes moved to the side, seeing the dwarves watching at the edge of their seats...metaphorically speaking; with their eyes wide with excitement, anticipating the blood that will surely be spilled. Hmm....perhaps we could call a truce, intentionally disappoint the bloodthirsty ones, Crest's mind joked followed by a small chuckle. I doubt it, my opponent seems intent on taking my life...and even if we did come up with a truce just for that reason, we will most likely be beheaded for doing such an act... Crest thought, his mind beginning to wonder outside the tounament. No matter, it is time for this to end, losing or winning, Crest thought as he opened both hands. A small fire flickered in his burnt hand, as if reluctant to follow commands, then it finally came out, an orb of fire burning just above the palm of his hand. A second later, the same thing was repeated in his left hand. Crest now carried two fireballs as his weapon, ready to fight towards victory...or defeat...

Elither closed his eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths. He heard a movement, and opened his eyes. Damn.... How is he alive.... Elither growled, though in his own mind, looking to Crest as he sat up, then managed to stand up, then he did something that even caught Elither offguard--Take his blindfold off. Immediately, Crest looked over to him, he wasn't Blind "Just Great..." Elither sighed, and slowly used the wall as support to stand up himself, and stagger foward slightly. He winced, his gut and side hurting, but he couldn't give up yet, he wasn't through. Elither Watched as Crest brought both hands up from his sides, and a small spark jetted out from Crests right hand, followed by a big fireball, and then a second in his right hand. Damnit... Elither thought, putting the good arrows back into his quiver. He kept one out, and put it on the bow, tightening the string. He aimed it at Crest, and continued to walk foward. He was not sure what was about to happen, but it seemed this was the End.

Crest waited with balls of flame in each palm, watching his opponent approach him with a nocked arrow, ready to be released. So this is how it will end, two far ranged attacks being released at close quarters with deadly effect, Crest thought. He continued to watch his opponent steadily approaching. At least it will end in a few seconds... Crest thought, his muscles tensing, preparing for action. No point in plans now...this final move will be base on pure instinct... Crest thought. Once Crest thought the range between them was close enough, he dashed straight towards his opponent, his arms spread to the side like if he was trying to fly. He ran fast and low, hoping to dodge any arrow that would fly in his direction, and even if he did get hit, he will not let it stop him. Once Crest was right in front on his opponent, he swung both arms towards the center in front of him. Crest was so close that this action would have looked like a hug, if the fireballs weren't in his palms.

Crest plan was almost suicide. What he was planning was to smash both fireballs, concentrating it on his opponents spine, as well as using his opponent as a shield to cover himself from the explosion. Crest figured this was a difficult attack to dodge, as well as very risky, if not fatal. If his opponent chose to jump back, he will find the fireballs exploding at his sides, if he chose to jump to either side, then he will feel the fireball exploding at one of his sides, followed by the other, if he chose to duck, his head would be the center of the explosion, and if he decided to jump, his legs would be blown off. Crest's arms came together, following his actions. He felt them contact something. Whether it was his opponent, or the other fireball, it would be followed by an explosion.

Elither's body was relaxed, though not enough to slow any of his movements. His heart was beating rapidly, as in anticipation for what was about to happen. Two long range attacks will be used in short range, and Elither was very good at doing that. Here it goes... This will decide the fate of us... I hope you give me everything you have Mage... Elither thought, grinning. He had ideas of what the Mage would do, he would try the same thing he did last time, though with two fireballs, and not one. They closed range pretty quickly, and were about fifteen feet apart when Elither tightened the string more. Then his opponent went into a mad dash, straight towards him, ducking and spreading his arms out wide, Elither knew what he was planning. Just as Crest came up, and threw his arms together, Elither calculated everything. I can't jump, can't duck, Can't jump backwards, it'll blow me off my feet.. Literally. Elither only had one choice. He quickly threw himself down backwards, at the same time keeping an aim on Crest, and quickly shot the arrow he had on the quiver aimed right at Crest's heart. He hit the ground roughly, and quickly kicked himself around. His head was at Crests feet, when both Fireballs had hit just in front of his feet, causing him to be roughly slid across, and clip Crest with his own shoulders. Elither closed his eyes because of the pain. His feet may have been protected because of the boots, but it did hurt, the heat inside the boots was unbareable, he needed to get them off. As he stopped slid across the floor, he quickly kicked his boots off, and noticed that the boots were on fire, and burned the bottom of his feet.

He didn't want to open his eyes, he wasn't sure if he would be able to continue fighting right now, his strength had seem to vanish from the moment he shot off the arrow, his brain was aching because he had been thinking all through the match, His side was severely hurting, as well as his gut, and forehead. He just wanted to lay down, and rest. He finally heard cheers from the dwarves, and decided to open his eyes, he wasn't sure if it was because the match was over, or because the match would continue...

Crest saw the arrow flying towards his heart as he clasped his hands together that would soon cause the explosion. He had missed his target, only getting his feet and igniting them. Crest turned his body as much as he could possibly do in the mili-second he had. It was just enough to barely miss the heart, Crest had just barely, cheated death by dodging a fatal blow. The arrow stabbed into his flesh and stuck in his chest. Suddenly, the much expected explosion occured, throwing both sides far away from eachother. Crest landed on his back, and he skidded across the ground even farther away. Crest simply laid there with no energy. Not even a thought had crossed his mind. He was exhausted from the battle, the spells had taken mass amounts of stamina, he even used some of that stamina in order to attack physically. Crest stared blankly into the ceiling, his vision blurring. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to retire from his wanderings, forget about his quest to find his past in hopes to find his future. Simple dreams started to fill his head, things he would never consider. Good, peaceful thoughts mainly.

His train of thought was broken by the cheering of the dwarves, bringing him back to reality and to his original state of mind. His vision became clear again. He didn't know if they cheered because someone died and the battle had ended, or because his opponent was up and ready to continue the fight, and eventually finish him off. Crest was not optimistic about the idea of continuing the fight. If the fight continues...I'll have no choice but to either die laying here...or get up and fight with nothing but fists... Crest thought exhausted. But even if he wanted to, Crest wasn't sure if he could...Crest wasn't even sure if he would. Crest closed his eyes and returned to the darkness that he was so familier with...with only sounds, smells, and movement of others to guide him and be his eyes. He concentrated with all he had, to "see" if his opponent would rise again...since it was pretty much all he could do in this state, both mind and body.

Elither looked, to see his opponent laying there, breathing, with the arrow in his chest. If he does not receive medical attention soon, he will die.. That's good enough for me. Elither thought, exhausted. The Dwarves cheered some more, wanting the fight to continue, wondering which side would make a miraculous move next. And Elither planned on giving them one. Elither sat up, and pulled himself onto his knees and grabbing an arrow out of his quiver. He clinched his bow at his side, and picked it up, putting the arrow upon it. He tightened the bowstring, and took aim at his opponent's head. He smirked slightly, knowing what would happen next, as he shot the arrow off.

Idiot dwarves.. They will be cheering and watching the arrow miss his head, before the king will know what hit him... Elither thought, because he had not aimed exactly for his opponent's head, but beside it, to show that the match was over, and just to make sure they knew it was over, Elither wanted to give it to them. He reached behind him once more, and grabbed an arrow from his quiver, and set it upon his bow, pulling the bowstring back. He looked around for a moment, and spotted him--the Dwarven king. Elither took aim, and pulled it back slightly more so that there would be more impact, and speed to it, and released it "Goodbye, Oh king." Elither said cruelly, as he watched the arrow hit it's mark-The King's throat. The king spit up blood for a moment, before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fell limp, in his throne. "All hail the king." Elither said out loud laughing slightly, as he pulled himself onto his feet. He winced immediately, as he walked. The bottoms of his feet were still in agony, and the flesh was peeling off his feet, and sticking to the ground. Elither stopped, and picked up his cloak, and his opponent's cloak, in the middle of the room. By now the Dwarves had started to yell angrily, and fight over themselves as to whom would be king, for the king had no children. Elither continued to walk, until he was in front of his opponent, and looked down to him with his red gleaming eyes.

Crest heard the dwarves cheering for someone to stand up and finish the other off. Crest was about to force himself up until he heard his opponent do so first. Crest lifted his head and opened his eyes, only to see the archer pointing his bow at Crest's head. So, this is how it ends... Crest thought. The arrow was released, and landed in the ground next to Crest's head. Then, his opponent drew another arrow, and shot it off in another direction. "Goodbye, Oh king." the archer said as he released the arrow. Crest heard the arrow hitting flesh. "All hail the king." The archer had said with a slight laugh. Crest gave a weak laugh himself. The dwarves had begun arguing over royalty class. Very loudly. Moments later, his opponent was standing above him, with two glaring red eyes staring at him. Crest stared back with his own blood red eyes. Crest forced himself to his feet, wincing at the pain that rattled throughout his body. After standing up and straightening his back, he noticed that the archer's height was not much higher then his own. The arrow still stuck out of Crest's chest, and he wanted it removed, but he did not ask for aid from his opponent. The two stared at eachother, not removing their stares from their opponents. Suddenly Crest bursted out laughing.
"You have my gratitude for sparing my life, archer." Crest said. "I am Crestierem," Crest introduced himself again, "and if you don't mind, I would like to know the name of my opponent that I had so much fun with." Crest said with a friendly smile.

Elither stopped before he had left the Chamber, and turned back, after Crest had properly introduced himself. He stood in silence for a moment, then smirked slightly. "Elither Daegovad. And we probably won't meet again, unless some circumstances come around.." Elither said, and turned his back to the Mage, walking out of the Chamber. Elither wondered if this meant he would Advance in the tournament, or not because the fight was a draw.

Elither Daegovad

Tactics: 8.5 (You could have used a little more thought in some places. There were better options of evasion or escape. But not bad nonetheless)

Regulation: 8.5 (No skills... unbecoming of an Elf. Tsk. :P)

Quailty: 7.5 (Lots of spelling / grammatical errors. There were a few times you used far too many major actions in a post, and times when you used 1 or none.)

Fairness: 8.5 (You used your environment, which is good. But I felt that you used it too much...)

Technicaility: 10 (Good job! You took hits, and evaded other hits quite nicely. A commendable job.)

Overall: 8.6 (Not Bad.)



Crestierem

Tactics: 9 (What can I say - your spells came out nicely, you thought things through ahead of time which was evident with Cleansing Falls and End of Time. Excellent job!)

Regulation: 10 (4 Flameblasts, Winds of Fate, End of Time, Cleansing Falls. All within bounds. Nicely done.)

Quailty: 10 (Man, you used no more than 2 actions in any post, and you used 1 or none on other occasions. Excellent job!)

Fairness: 9.5 (I didn't see any forced hits, but some things seemed a little farfetched... Not bad, though.)

Technicaility: 8 (You did really well, took lots of hits. But I felt that you would have been dead after all of that. And there were a few long stretches when it came to evasions. Overall not bad, though.

Overall: 9.3 (Nicely Done!)

Crestirem + 1 Lvl.