The Games of Saberhaven
Clef vs. Scourge
        The long awaited fight between to powerful forces of darkness has finally arrived. The crowd is very grateful of the shield that separates them from the combatants. Scourge is known for his malicious streak. It was not too long ago that he ripped his opponent's heart out of his body. Clef, although less flashy than her counterpart, is none the less evil at heart. The tension in the crowd is overpowering.
        From one end Scourge the Undying strides into the Arena, his eyes blazing with crimson fire. His cloak flares out behind him, regally caressing its master, and stars twinkle in the shadows of his body. Once again, Scourge is protected by a mystical screen, but this time it flares bright white, with a shimmering of all colors of the rainbow at the edges.
        From the other end, enter 9 Clef's, all moving and shifting back and forth amongst the other. Each one of them has a maelstrom of dark energy coursing around her. In each Clef's hand is a small club with black energy racing up and down its length. At her side is a many tailed whip. Around the group of Clef's are 19 silver bubbles floating in the air. She stands silently at the far end of the Arena.
        Scourge stops about twenty feet into the Arena, and focuses his hard stare upon Clef. He snarls, and when he speaks, his voice booms to all corners of the Arena.
        "You might be wondering why you are going to die, bitch," Scourge growls. "Simply put, you offend me too much to live."
        "First, you are a woman who does not know her place. Two, you call yourself an elf, when you are only a bastardized, misshapen runt with delusions of grandeur--nothing like a TRUE elf. And third, the concept of 'Gods' offends me. And I will obliterate you because it will please me to show all that your impotent Goddess could not protect you from the wrath of the Dragon."
        Scourge spits at the ground. "Death is nigh. Scourge the Undying comes for you..."
        The signal to begin sounds loud across the arena and the crowd goes wild with anticipation. Scourge begins to make spellcasting gestures.
        Clef stays at her end of the arena, and moves slightly so that a back attack would be difficult. Her eyes scan the arena as she waits for her opponent to approach.
        At the other end of the Arena, Scourge chuckles, his eyes leaking crimson bubbles of energy. He folds his arms, secure behind his glowing shield. "I see your lackeys have you rather well protected from magic, bitch," Scourge says, lips curled into an evil smile. "I appreciate that--you are the head of your House, as I of mine. You SHOULD be well protected--not that it will save you from me."
        Scourge sweeps his arm in front of him, and his cloak whirls about him. It flutters for a moment, then writhes into nothingness. An ominous black shadow, on the ground where Scourge had stood, slowly begins to work its way towards Clef.
        As it moves towards Clef, a bright light suddenly appears about 150' feet from the drow woman. With this appearance, she quickly snaps her head in it's direction and touches two fingers together. The light goes out, and Clef moves into a buzz of action. She speeds across the arena, at a rapid pace, and as she nears the spot where the light was present, she touches two other fingers together. A male scream is heard echoing throughout the arena, but it is quickly cut off as though strangled away. Slowing slightly, Clef kicks something unseen on the floor of the Arena. Her lips mumble something unseen, her brow furrows, and then she raises her arms to the judges, victorious.

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