Balthazar appears in the arena. His eyes are dark and he removes the top half of his robes showing tattoo's of the gods and various other markings. He also shows a fit lean body

Illadriel appeared within the arena's dark walls as she brought out her bow and prepared it for a strike; she grinned evily.

Balthazar looks away from her with his back turned. He removes some daggers from there shieths and then cracks his neck again.

She darkly laughed behind her lips. "How interesting..."

Balthazar half turns "Ready when you are Illadriel."

"I'm ready of course, Balthazar," Illadriel replied as she shot her arrow at her foe; she didn't even half to look.

The arrow went straight through Balthazar, or what seemed to be Balthazar. The real Balthazar was behind her. He sunk his knife into her thigh before dissapearing again and reapearing back where her arrow clattered against the wall uselessly. "Give up?"

She pulled out the knife and carelessly threw it aside. "Never." She drew her longsword from its sheath and attacked.

Balthazar opened a hole in the ground in front of Illadriel. He smiled as she ruhed forward "Goodbye."

Illadriel was already ahead of his when she shiftly jumped into the air; she then brought her sword down upon him, ruthlessly.

Balthazar looked surprised for a moment but quickly brought up his dagger. It stopped the sword above his head. He smiled "You have no idea what your dealing with" He then pushed Illadriel backwards with his finger which sent her flying toward the hole in the ground.

Illadriel only grinned. "Maybe...maybe not." she used her powers to vanish and reappeared behind Balthazar; she swung her sword onto his left arm.

The sword cut straight through his arm and it fell to the floor. Balthazar calmly picked it up and held it to what was now a stump. Thin strings went from his arm to his stump and it re attached itself. He turned to Illadriel then wiggled his fingers. He raised his other hand and pointed to the ground. Two sets of hands popped up out of the ground and grabbed her ankles. "Those are my minions. They are not living so therefore i am not cheating." He smiled "They are animated by my magic." He pointed to another spot and a creature rose slowly and shamballed toward Illadriel.

"The living dead...I should have thought... I'm enjoying this," Illadriel said as she cut through the hands the bound her to the dirt ground. She suddenly disappeared and traveled through the shadows that covered the ground in darkness. Illadriel appeared behind this creature and bursted it from the inside out with her dark magic. "I can only stall them... but at least I've had my fun for the day...so far," Illadriel continued as the creatures body scattered into several pieces. She eventually brought her sword across Balthazar's neck after she vanished and appeared to the side.

Balthazar moved quickly he grabbed the sword and pushed it away from his throat. He then used his dagger is a quick flurry of movements stabbed her three times in the leg. "Try running on that." He finished up with a flash of light from his eyes blinding her. "More undead" The stench of rotting flesh was overwhelming and Balthazar moved back to a safe distance and four undead creatures shambled to her.

"You win I suppose," Illadriel laughed as she wrapped up her leg.

Balthazar half smiled "Dont forget it. Let me." He placed a hand over her thigh and healed her cuts. When he finished he turned back to her. "Did you know that when Og is not drunk he is actually quite....intellegent."

"Thank you," Illadriel thanked with a smile. "That's quite surprising...I have always thought of Orcs as UNintellegant."

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