Kalith was just about to walk into his sparing pit in the underground when this whole ordeal started. The lights 'wooshed' him away and he'd landed in the huge bole. With all the other creatures and people in the area, he froze up in confusion trying to comprehend what had happened. It worked to his advantage in the end, seeing all the other more hostile creatures move to attack and were caged. "Holy..." he didn't get farther then that, as the voice echoed through his head, and as quick as he was there, he left landing in the lush field.<br/><br/>The field was quite nice place for Kalith to fight. He could duck down and try to hide himself if need be and wait for his adversary to get impatient. Not only that it partially skewed his vision of his lower half. The same went for his opponent though. A down side to the thick grass was that he couldn't see the grass. Potholes would be killer, and a twisted ankle would spell doom. The voice penetrated his mind again and he turned on his opponent. The rules were simple. Kill or be Killed. He could safely assume his opponent would act upon those rules. He wasn't about to become the ladder of the two. His hand idly stroked the handle of his whip.<br/><br/>At 2011-10-31 20:38:23, Kalith Monsoon (uid: 29282) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32582)