Arak enters to an almost empty arena, audience-wise, but there are three creatures waiting for him on far other side of the sands. He takes his place just outside of his gate.
Arak enters bloodied and bruised after his last fight, his ego is wounded while he stands read for combat. A sour look upon his face as he syes the small horde of enemies across the arena.
I will not fail again your blood will dress me before days end!!
As Yarün takes his place on the sand he raises the bulging coin-purse to his mouth and savagely rips it open, spilling the gold onto the sand and hurling the empty sack after it. He lets loose a guttural roar.
Keyen
Veyen
..Come and get me your pets will find nothing but steel and death!
Yarün, making no sign that he has understood Arak's words, snarls angrily in the direction of his opponent, gesturing with his stick. The animals to his sides snarl in response, and attack, each rushing across the sand incredibly fast to claw at their enemy.
Yarün himself stays where he is, snarls, and sways back and forth, pressing one hand against the ground and holding his branch aloft with the other.
The branch seems to solidify as he does so, its peeling bark re-wrapping itself around the core, and its splintered tip hardening into a cap of solid wood.
Feel my steel!
End Round 1.
Keyen collapses onto the sand beneath the vicious blow, and Veyen angrily screeches.
The still-concious velociraptor moves toward her foe and lashes out with both claws and teeth. A moment later, Yarün stampedes across the sand, bringing his branch to bear on the hobgoblin.
Veyen, blinded by fury, misses with both claws and her bite, but Yarün connects solidly with his piece of tree.
Yarün lets out something approximating a chuckle at the failed blow, and Veyen strikes back at the nasty creature that felled her friend.
After Veyen attacks, Yarün takes a step to the side and brings his club around for another blow, before thrusting his head forward and attempting to bite into the hobgoblin's face.
Veyen misses with her first claw, but the second tears a nasty gash into Arak. Her bite scrapes off of his armor. Yarün's branch comes smashing down with serious heft, dropping his foe beneath its weight.
Arak crumples into something resembling a corpse crossed with a stump as small tree seems to be sticking out of his shoulder cavity.....
Arak.. well he is sooo dead
Yarün roars his victory to the sky, and dislodges his stick from the broken remains of Arak. He then presses his hand against Keyen, who awakens and nuzzles up against the orc. The trio walk contentedly back through their gate, ignoring the blood and gold that coat the ground. They seem happy with just one another and some sticks.