“Ladies, gentlemen, and genderless creatures! Welcome back to enjoy our first quarterfinal match of the CR 1 edition of the Tournament of Champions! This match features the best of the Lawful Neutral forces against the best of the Chaotic Neutral forces.”
Making his way into the arena and starting at position 60N0E, this combatant measures 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs 186 pounds. He has a record of zero wins, zero losses, and one draw in the main battle, unable to defeat Neutral’s powerful war pony! (snicker) He hails from the city of Zoronor, on Ocanthus, the fourth layer of the plane of Acheron. Representing the forces of Lawful Neutral, please welcome the bladeling Beeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnedict!”
Benedict enters to the polite applause of the Lawful Neutral faction of the audience. His skin is a dull metallic hue, spotted with patches of metallic spines. His eyes gleam like shards of purple ice as he readies his serrated longsword.
“And now making his way into the arena and starting at position 60N115E, this combatant measures 3 feet tall and weighs 40 pounds. He has a record of one win, one loss, and zero draws in the main battle. In his only loss, he was paralyzed by the piercing shriek of Neutral’s bat-like nycter. Representing the forces of Chaotic Neutral, please welcome the feral slasher Feeeeeeeerrrrrrrrris!”
The hoots and hollers of the Chaotic Neutral faction turn into derisive laughter as Ferris enters. The weirdest thing about this small hyena isn’t the abnormally puffy, crazy fur or the wild look in its eyes, or even the fierce razor-sharp teeth, it’s the fact that Ferris walks upright. In preparation, Ferris scarfs down a couple of rat-dogs he bought at the Shearing Pen to give him a quick energy boost.
Psybo communicates telepathically to the two combatants. “Benedict, remember my private instructions that I gave you earlier. You will have initiative in the first round unless the Lawful Neutral representative tells me otherwise.”
Ding Ding! Round 1!