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Oh, grr...not used to having a set starting position. Okay, Snaptrap moves 30 ft towards the half-giant and then readies a bite attack.

Hey, lay off. The desiccator doesn't have eyes.

Snaptrap hurls his small body across the arena floor to deliver a vicious bite to the half-giant.

I considered that... The desiccator remains where it is, seething with anger at the fact that it was not allowed to drain the fluids from the camel.

The desiccator looses a raspy shriek and swings at the camel again.

What appears to be a mummified child stumbles into the arena. However, as the creature enters an area of better lighting, its true nature becomes evident. Superficially, it does resemble a malnourished and withered child: bony arms and legs, an oversized head, and a distended stomach...

Chili pulls the battleaxe off of his back and, in one fluid motion, brings it crashing into his foe.

Nah, I've got it. A noticeable chill fills the arena after the progeny's battered body is teleported out. The temperature only drops further when the next combatant steps out. The crowd goes silent. Tall and pale, this burly tribesman seems human enough, but his eyes are a startling pale...

I really have no idea what this thing looks like, and I wasn't able to find a picture (as I was with the orpsu), so I'm not even going to try an elaborate intro. This thing is freaking weird. What appears to be a tightly coiled snake wrapped in squamous flesh bounces into the pit. At the end...

The lupine abomination yelps and retaliates with a vicious bite.

Troll raises his head slightly and scowls at Tobe. "If you'd prefer," he grunts, "I could gut you right now, as opposed to out in the woods." The hobgoblin pulls his arm roughly away from the Duke and takes a step towards Tobe. Not moving his eyes from the human's, he snarls to the Duke...

Goodness gracious... What's with all these dogs? A strange, eerie howl again erupts from the eastern side of the arena, immediately followed by a sight even more chilling. The creature that emerges from the misty darkness, displaying obvious lupine blood, is a twisted conglomerate of muscle...

A third canine bounds into the arena. The size of a large wolf, it is covered in thick, black fur and sports two heads, each one baring a mouth full of teeth and a green-eyed scowl. It emits a low growl as one head snaps at the jackal.

Well, then the flind just jumps to his feet and swings again.

Is it possible to take a five-foot-step without standing up? If it is, the flind rolls away from the jackal, stands up, and readies an action to smack it when it comes within range. If not, the flind jumps to his feet and attempts to hit it again.

The flind stares knowingly into the jackal's eyes for a moment, then swings his twirling weapon into the beast.

Preceded by a loud howl, True Evil's next contender hurries into the arena. The creature is the size of a burly human and is covered in a short coat of dirty brown fur, streaked with patches of black. It has a caninehead, with an elongated snout full of sharp teeth and triangular ears erupting...

This broad-built humanoid stands about a foot taller than a human. Its flat face is pale blue and hairless, as are its wickedly clawed hands. Its body is covered in light gray, almost white, fur. All in all, it most closely resembles a fuzzy hobgoblin. It lopes into the arena and charges at...

Still waiting to be contacted, Ring. :) I'm usually on AIM as Mr K0m0d0, so, for a quick response, try to reach me via that medium. Otherwise, you can e-mail me at biggecko202 at hotmail dot com. I say this only in case some technical difficulty is preventing you from finding me.

Sure. And by run, I didn't literally mean "run." Run as in "I need to run to the store." Sorry. :D