The mage climbed the ladder into the arena where he was told he would fight. He looked across the forsaken land. The trees showed no fruit and the ground no life. A light haze covered the arena floor making it a little more difficult to see.

Taking a few steps forward in search of his opponents he tripped into a trench that had been hidden by the smoke. Cursing he pulled himself up looking down the long ditch. He wondered why anyone would put a ditch into an arena. “That just hazardous,” he thought climbing out and remembering to keep an eye out for more.

“My name is Morris,” he called out hoping to hear from either his partner or opponents. Wrath, the mind in control of this addled boy, was not one to be cautious and wait for his opponents. He would rather call out to them and get this thing started.

When Dengar was still, the world was still. Waiting for him. Just waiting.

As Dengar Rushed into the battlefield slobbering and drooling he felt very much at home. His home being very near the Lhachlith Volcano he seemed to find the scenery very familiar. The burnt soil underneath his feet was not paining him or rubbing awkwardly on his scaly feet, it in fact felt vaguely comforting. He screeched deafeningly, a common sound of a Lizarian to make, usually translated into meaning something along the lines of, 'I am hungry.'. The screech echoed around the arena and the usual silence followed it. The stillness of the air was unbearable for him. He needed noise! He screeched again, this time higher and sharper but not for as long. He was ready to fight but could not see his opponents.

Knowing this was a team game he still did not care for his partner. He planned to eat everything in this arena he could and would start with the living things. He had heard faintly in the distance not too long ago a feeble shout, though he could not translate it into his own language. He beat his chest triumphantly (as if he had already won the fight) and leapt into action. He sniffed the air and smelt both human and elf odors. There were his enemies and due to their smell, they were right next to each other.

Bending down onto all fours, his fastest way of traveling, he pelted towards the smell not even attempting to keep the trail of saliva which was limply hanging out of his mouth under control. Once he had the adrenalin speeding through his body there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He was a natural monster, a beast. This is what he did everyday to stay alive - hunt. And if you think about how old he is and the fact he killed roughly ten creatures a day, you could imagine how talented he was at hunting. Dengar was treating this as a game. It was nothing out of the ordinary and was just like a glamorized way of executing someone to him. He vowed to make sure that if any blood was shed over the battlefield, that it would not be wasted. And there would be LOADS of blood.

As he neared the smell he began to make out a figure in the distance, searching around for others. The man was a heavily robed figure and was about half the size of Dengar himself. He could imagine himself just prodding the man and instantly rendering him unconscious but that would be no fun, and definitely not as gory. He planned to do his best to intimidate this man and make him wish he was dead before granting him that wish.

The mage stood in the haze wondering where his partner was. He would feel a lot better knowing he had someone to watch his back in this infernal smoke. “Although, he thought to himself, “how will I know my partner from my enemy when I see him? ‘Venderia’, that is what the parings said. The name seems familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve heard before. I doubtlessly haven’t heard of my opponent’s names. Dengar and Tithdaeron, the names themselves where daunting. Although, Morris did not dwell on this; it would not be wise to enter this arena with fear already bubbling inside himself.

He spun around as he heard the sound of something rather large approaching through the haze. Although the smog was heavy, the outline of the creature could easily be seen, as it was so large. His fear earlier had not been misplaced, although, he pushed it away this time instead of calling on it again. He would cower in the ditches leaving his partner, wherever he was, to defend him.

He opened up his spellbook ready to attack the monster with the strongest weapon he had, magic. He chanted the ancient incantations from the glowing page of the dusty book, as his newest tattoo, a rune on his forehead, glowed an icy blue color.

Whoosh!

He could feel the magic flow from his body as a hole appeared in thin air. It drained Morris strength to keep it open, but he did not release it. “Only a few more second,” he told himself as the rune on his head glowed brighter. Gusts of wind shot out from the hole blowing the smoke away so he could the scaly face of his opponent. This only mage him fights harder to keep the gate open.

Finally the golem appeared through the gate. His monstrous form shook the ground as he stepped into the arena. His mere presence made the temperature in the area drop. Morris smiled at his creature. Finally Morris could release the strain on his body as he closed the door.

(OOC: Just a reminder, the beast can only be harmed by fire and fire magic.)

As Dengar drew nearer towards the man, he noticed that he was performing some kind of spell. Dengar knew nothing of magic and paining him as it was to admit it, he was rather scared of it. He had heard magic could do terrible, terrible things but at the same time perform miracles. Having magic on your side was indeed a skill to be proud of, and an incredibly useful Ally. This man was clearly a mage (it explained the exotic form of robes he was wearing) which made Dengar even more nervous as these people were supposedly experts in the form of magic. This was going to be a tough fight.

As the spell was progressing, Dengar stared in awe as a huge Ice Golem climbed out of the portal the mage had summoned. It didn't make any sense to him - how could something so big walk through something so flat? Dengar sighed mentally with relief. At least it was magic of a physical form, and as long as it was physical, it could be overcome without the need of magic. Unfortunately for Dengar he knew no magic at all, which was probably his greatest flaw. The Ice Golem was tremendous, and its block like body was giving off an uber cold temperature. Dengar had no fur to keep him warm, only scales. He was shivering and shaking as the Golem slowly moved towards him.

Dengar thought to himself about how he was going to beat this thing. He could obviously out run it but running away from it was not going to get him anywhere. His war trident might be strong enough to break its icy skin, but Dengar wasn't too sure if it would. He couldn't think of a way of destroying this creature as he knew no fire spells of any kind. Ignoring the mage completely he decided to deal with the bigger threat. He looked around and then punched himself on the head for being so stupid. He looked once again at the surroundings. Smoke was everywhere and the soil was completely burnt. There had to be some kind of fire source around here to melt it, there just had to be!

Dengar started to run, not on all fours but on his two legs. Being so tall meant he could see slightly further in the fog and hopefully find some kind of fire. He checked over his shoulder and saw the Ice Golem following him slowly. Turning his head back in the right direction he run straight into a withered old tree. Cursing, he continued his search for a lava pit, hoping to lure the Golem towards it.

The great lizard quivered in fear of the ice golem as he fled the scene. The golem turned to give chase after the critter, but Morris called out, “No, I need you to stay with me until we find my partner.” The golem turned and looked at him with confused eyes. “Do you understand me?” Morris questioned. The beast still did not answer. “Oh duh,” Morris exclaimed as he realized the monster probably spoke in the ancient tongue Morris had used to summon him. After trying to remember some words that would make the message clear to the golem, Morris looked up and stated, “ÐáñáìïíÞ ìå ìå, ãéá ôþñá.” The golem looked at Morris with comprehension on his face as he moved closer to Morris.

“Now let’s find that lizard,” Morris said to himself as he opened his spellbook still feeling weekened from the summoning. Picking the right spell he said the incantation cast a stone surface over his skin. Grief knew he would not be able to cast as strong of an enchantment as Mule, but he was very reluctant to surrender control of the body to one of the others.

The two of them stepped out into the smog shaking the ground with their strength. Morris kept an eye open for any sign of fire knowing that it alone could destroy his monster. “Be careful,” he warned his golem in the ancient tongue. It was nice having someone else around who understood the forgotten language.

Dengar sniffed the air and realised it was futile. The air around this side of the arena was so thick with smoke and fog that it masked any other smells inside it. But that was a good sign that must have meant that there was some form of fire nearby. He trod very slowly and carefully through the crisp soil so as not to walk into anything. The smoke was stinging his eyes and wafting into his mouth. He considered turning back and trying to get around the golem another way but he could feel the temperature rising the deeper he walked into the smoke.

He stopped and listened. He could hear a faint crackling noise. He trudged slowly, ever so slowly squinting with stinging watery eyes for the fire. Then he heard a very faint extinguishing noise coming from somewhere beneath his feet....and the noise was instantly followed by a tremendous screech from the burnt Lizarian. The agony he felt was incredible, his foot had completely put out a small raging fire ruining his chance of defeating this Golem and causing serious pain to his left foot. The land was still smoky but it had definitely decreased in density and at least he could see again. His foot still paining him, he made his way back to where he last met his opponent.

He was now stuck with the conundrum of how to defeat this golem seeing as it was practically invincible from any kind of attack. He would need to somehow distract it and get around it so he had a chance of attacking this half human, half elf. He had a feeling there must be some other fire blazing somewhere else in the arena but he did not have enough time to find it. Who knows what the mage had been doing whilst he was gone. He could have summoned a vast quantity of creatures that would all be waiting for him when he returned but he doubted that very much. He saw his silhouette traveling through the fog towards him and saw the golem's to one side of him. Dengar let out another piercing screech and prepared himself for one of his toughest battles yet.