Amarkys enters the arena from the north, and Bruno from the south, Esmerelda following after him. Apparently the horn blower has returned from wherever he was, and he waits for the combatants to ready themselves for battle, his oddly fat lips wobbling by the horn's mouthpiece. The crowd is a bit larger than the last Bruno saw, and smaller than the one who cheered on Amarkys's demise. They wait expectantly for blood.
Bruno is left feeling quite low. He had tried to ride in on Esmarelda as he had before, but found that there was a last minute rule change. Apparently it wasn't "entertaining" enough for him to splatter people against door posts. He had to do it slowly.
Bruno's sullen entrance is probably somewhat less showy than the crowd is used to, but they can all go to the Abyss for all he cares right now.
Bruno sees his opponent duck and cover and breaks into a hearty laugh.
He's gone to change 'is undagaments! 'Haps he saw the splatter I got on that Gnome!
He swings up into the saddle and raises his lance to the crowd.
Bruno leaps gracefully into the saddle on Esmarelda's lumpy, humpy, wiry-haired back.
Thanks
Upon regaining the saddle, Bruno takes on a visibly more confident appearance. He shakes his lance a few times, screams, Oi! Have at ye!, and launches a ball of thick mucus in the direction of his rival, as is his custom. He then urges Esmarelda forward, trying to catch a good glimpse of is foe.
Bruno growls to himself as his foe steps around the pillar. He spurs Esmarelda on, circling his prey.
Bruno takes a wound to his thigh, but is able to fight on. He counter attacks, and spurs Esmeralda into action as well. As Bruno's lance seeks a week point, Esmarelda rears her head and launches a glob of stomach bile at the attacker.
DC 13 Fort or Sickened for rounds
Bruno easily dodges his enemy's second strike and tenatiously maintains his own assault in spite of his wound. Esmarelda officially joins the fray, biting at the good-smelling threat in front of her.
Bruno lands a solid blow on Amarkys with his lance, lunging downwards from the saddle and stabbing through the side of his chainmail. The man is wounded, but still standing.
Completely forgot about that. My bad.
Minor side note: Bruno is wielding the lance one-handed
Bruno catches the spearhead on his shield, deflecting it harmlessly.
Bruno counters, driving his lance with all his strength. His efforts, however, disrupt his handling of Esmarelda. When he attempts to goad her into attacking, she instead shifts her feet in place and snorts.
Bruno's second mighty downward skewer pierces the other side of Amarkys's armor, sending him slumping to the blood-soaked ground.
Bruno exults as his enemy falls. He raises his bloodied lance high for the crowd, claiming his victory over the first man to wound him (and not kill him outright).
The crowd cheers Bruno on as he raises his weapon, Esmarelda stomping her feet in the sand. Some people watching have seen Bruno in action three times now, and he's getting to be a popular fighter, appearance and hygiene notwithstanding. The voices around him prompt him to finish his fallen foe.
"OY, DWARF! POKE 'IM TILL 'E LOOKS LIKE THAT ONE CHEESE WITH THE 'OLES!"
Bruno roars with laughter at the spectator's comment. He drops from Esmarelda and secures the dripping lance to his saddle. On bowed legs he saunters up to his unconscious foe and draws forth a wicked looking pick. Holding it in both hands, he swings the curved spike down and forward like a golf swing, catching the poor soul under the chin.
The crowd applauds wildly as the ugly dwarf does some uglier things to Amarkys, ripping the jaw messily from his face and getting blood everywhere. The horn blower, looking vaguely ill, trumpets a victory sort of noise. He's really not very good at blowing horns.