"This one's going to be fun, I can just tell."<br/><br/>The final round actually comes as a bit of a shock, as both opponents in the arena are female balors. They snarl at each other for a moment, before the other straightens, slightly, blinking. "Kammi? Kammi, is that you?" "Wha--? Sarin? Sarin? I thought you were dead!" "I was! Died, but not my home plane, so I came back. Girl, how you been? I didn't recognize you... your aura's completely different!" "Working for someone, it's a long story. We should meet up after this, though." "Oh, absolutely. Right after I kill you." "Hah, you still have a long way to go, my former student."<br/><br/>Both decide to eschew spells, seemingly on mutual silent agreement, and engage in a ferocious melee battle, tearing up the terrain around them, their blows where their weapons meet sending up showers of sparks. Despite Kamariel's age and artifact weapon, her opponent is faster, and seems to have a much better weapon, and it's clear Kamariel isn't going to win, before long. She seems to be fully aware of this, and, despite this, refuses to use any of her spells; neither does her opponent.<br/><br/>Kamariel eventually falls, kneeling before her former student. "I see you... haven't been sleeping all this time," she says, coughing up blood. "Seems like you have. good night, Kammi," she says, as she slices off his balor's head.