The Games of Saberhaven
Roulette vs. Imyril Vrinn
        Imyril strolls gracefully into the arena, waves to the crowd, and then nods to her opponent. She shouts across the Arena to her opponent, "Well met mistress! My goddess would prefer that we crossed blades. What do you say, are up to it my dear? Wanna spin ol' lady luck?" With a chuckle she draws both of her blades and begins to dance slowly to her left around the Arena while concentrating on her goddess's spellturning ability.
       Roulette smiles, says nothing, then invokes the blessings of Lolth in the form of a 10-foot by 10-foot barrier of blades with Imyril inside the area. The good drow steps out of the area uneffected.
       Imyril bursts into gleeful laughter and exclaims, "Brilliant! Oh mistress! Blade barrier! What a clever joke! But really, how about we give this fine audience what they came for, some real combat? With swords and, oh, is that a mace? I love maces.... Drag it out and let it play!" That having been said, Imyril dances to the center of the arena while motioning her opponent forward.
       Roulette pulls her two maces out and meets the good dark elf in the center of the Arena for hand-to-hand combat.
       The circle each other slowly and move in to attack. Roulette strikes first with her right hand mace. Imyril tries to block the shot with her off hand sword, but the mace sneaks by for a pounding blow.
       Reeling a bit, Imyril recovers and throws her back into a swong which connects to the evil elf's torso.
       Roulette smiles and bashes another shot to Imyril's chest. "What's the matter? Am I playing too rough for you?"
       Imyril grits her teeth and swings, managing another small cut to the side of Roulette.
       "Rough mistress?" Imyril gives an audible chuckle, "I know I'm new here, but that doesn't mean that I haven't been around. We worshippers of Eilistraee have to be pretty rough to get our message across sometimes. Let's compare rough...."
       Imyril moves with blinding speed and block sthe first blow that would have nearly ended her consciouness. She misses with her own strike and is unable to block the second mace in her gut.
       The good drow tries again to strike back , but almost drops her sword and manages to hold onto it at the last minute.
       Imyril blocks Roulette's first mace shot. The good drow tries to hit but can't manage to penetrate the magical barriers of her opponent.
       She tries to block again, but the quick priestess of Lolth sneaks under the parry, striking Imyril down.
       Roulette spits on the unconscious body of Imyril and walks off as the healing clerics come on.
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