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The Games of Saberhaven
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The first to enter the Arena for the matchup ahead is Archie, or should
it be eight Archies?! All of them glisten with sweat, and the bows cocked in front
of them are pointed with dead-eye accuracy at the opening gate of his opponent,
Rasta Rolarian, one of the feared Dukes of Hell on Earth.
When Rasta enters the ring the crowd quiets down quite a bit, hushed by their fear of the monster standing before them. Blue flames dance around the edge of his massive shoulders, one of the many spells layered on him. His blades seem to shine with a wicked edge and five ioun stones dance around his head. He narrows his eyes and his gaze seems to tear right into Archie. The match begins and the Archies fade from sight, Rasta's gaze seems to track him however, and finishing his arcane chant, his eyes flame up in purple fire. The Archies all of the sudden appear, hovering in the air and four arrows stream from each of their bows. Rasta convulges as all four arrows strike him, one piercing him through the arm, rendering it limp and useless. He howls in pain and agony as he reaches up with his good arm to touch one of the ioun stones above his head. Archie gasps as he sees all the wounds on Rasta, including the lamed arm healed. He snaps his fingers again and the seven false Archies fade from view. Rasta takes a step back and dissappears, just avoiding the arrows shot at his heart. He reappears in the air, hovering there ten feet behind Archie. His eyes burn into the the elf as fire leaps out from them to scorch Archie. Archie flies back and releases five arrows at each of Rasta's ioun stones. Each shatters with a hit from the deadly aim of the elf, he smiles in satisfaction. Rasta utters a bestial cry and leaps through the air at Archie with unhuman speed. Archie barely manages to snap out his blades when the Duke's deadly vorpal sword and "Whitey" slice the air right next to him. Archie gives a half-cocked smile and motions to his cloak of displacment, before downing a potion at his belt. He then speeds away, taking a sword blow in the back but eluding one blow. Archie then pulls from his quiver a specially carved arrow, and nocks it. Rasta, recognising the mage-slaying arrow, begins hastily casting a spell. He gets it off before a shot can be made, and teleports behind Archie. Archie whirls around and is ripped apart by Rasta's blades. Before he can respond Rasta takes a mighty slice with his vorpal sword and opens up Archie, who falls to the ground, lifeless. Rasta takes a mocking bow to his fallen opponent and distainfully waves his hand for a cleric to come pick up the mess on the Arena floor.
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