Balthazar walkes into the arena. He removes his robes and his tattoos flash. His eyes have dark circles around them and his eyes are alert. His light, fit body flexes his muscles and he cracks his neck "Time for roound two" He sais to himself and waits for Faelan to arrive.

Faelan enters, swords drawn and eyes glowing, he turns his back to Balthazar to remove the armour covering his upper body, removing his shoulderpads, breast-plate, arm-guards, bracers and gauntlets. "Let's see what he's got" he says to himself quietly.

Balthazar cracked his neck and grinned evilly "Im ready you can start" He waved his hand and a black sword appeared in his hands with a skull hilt.

"I may not be a drow, but I can move like one, Caeben Thae'Harmiel Balthazar!" The last words of his sentance sharp and loud as both of his blades are poised to strike, and inflict devistating damage, the half breed moves to charge, drawing both blades out to the sides.

Balthazar's face did not change "Half breed huh?" Balthazar moved also his face lowered at 45 degrees and his one blade trailing behind him. He had a scowl on his face.

Anticipating the move Faelan doubles back, hurling himself over the top of Balthazar, as he lands, he swings his blades round, makuing a hard strike at his back.

Balthazar flicked his sword up behind him and stopped to two blades he used to motion to swing him around and strike back with a flat palm against Faelan's chest. The force was astounding.

As Faelan is pushed back he fklicks his wrist, the sharp edge of the scimitar cutting into Balthazar's arm, in another move he twists, slamming his foot into his opponent's chest.

Balthazar stumbles back and brings up the tip of his sword to cut deep into the back of Faelan's leg exposing the muscle and tissue beneath. "A cut leg is worse than an arm." Balthazar comments swinging his sword toward Faelan's leg agian.