You're right. Let's finish the Great Work.
The crowd's roar swells as you leave your alcove, only to become deafening as Gomwai strides forth from his. As you enter the fight stage, the Emissary stands to quiet the stadium. While his face is impassive and unreadable, Marythsan's bears a deep grimace of frustration.
"The final battle is at hand," the old man begins. "Either the Warriors of the Five Elements will win victory here, or the martial artist Gomwai shall. Both have defeated all opponents who stood before them, and they are both worthy of the prize that awaits them, should they win." There is a long pause as the Emissary searches for his next words.
"In life, Hao Jin was a devout Abadaran, and considered the pacts and contracts she made not just binding, but a compact made with the god himself. To break one would dishonor her memory." He clears his throat before continuing. "Part of the arrangement Gomwai made with the Temple was that, while he would be entering as a solo participant, he could call upon up to four allies to aid him in a single contest. As he has not called upon these allies, he has made it known he will use them now." There are some grumblings from the crowd at this, and outright jeers as four rough-looking Tien men take the field on Gomwai's side. All of them bear tattoos and piercings that looks suspiciously similar to those of the men that ambushed you at Yon Loi's two nights ago.
The hobgoblin's grin turns predatory and malicious. His eyes flick to Poog. "Gatavs, lai redzētu, ko jūsu sirds izskatās, žurkas?"
"Ready to see what your heart looks like, rat?"
At last, the shout from the ziggurat comes. "FIGHT!"
Asha: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Poog: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Simon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Zakarras: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Zarina: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Gomwai: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Xun: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Zak, Simon and Poog are up first. As usual, the baddies are roughly 60' away.