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You feel the eyes of the crowd on you, and hear their guffaws "saved by a
little pyp", "e'd be dead meat if he fought alone", and "i lost me twenty
silver dragoncoin, i say mount the pyp on a spike". You pat Velus' head
reassuringly. The tournament rules said nothing about bringing in pets
and/or mascots. But there is no time to worry about your standing with
the dragonhorde, as Krystal the Elemental Sorceress enters the arena. Krystal is a striking brunette, wearing a sparkling green robe and a valkyrie helm mounted with wings. Her long slender legs are bare and her red eyes churn with liquid fire. "Ohohohoho!" she laughs. "Well hello there, little boy! You seem a healthy plaything, sure. It would be such a shame to kill you. I'll tell you what. Kneel and worship at my feet, and I will let you live." "Sorry, I'm not into that scene." you say, turning the edge of your sword so that it catches the shine of the lava-light. "I'll offer you one last chance as well. There is no honor in slaying women." "Tsk." she tsks. "I hope your opinion of women changes... when you're burning in Hell!!" A huge icicle materializes in her hands and she propels it toward you. The edge of the ensorcelled ice is razor-sharp as it speeds toward your face... and yet you slice it in half and advance, reaching Krystal in two quick strides to throw a devastating strike that would cleave her brain clean from her head. Alas, your sword whistles through empty air. Krystal has danced off to your left, laughing as she throws a sparkling powder in your face. "Curses!" you swear, as the substance burns in your eyes, blinding you. You spin away from another icicle and move back into a defensive stance. You remember your knightly training... fighting blindfolded, alert for sounds and smells. The smell of sulphur and the hiss of superheating air is what gives away Krystal's next move.
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