Malahue and Mi'twia were suddenly without warning transported into another arena, once more feeling their flesh being torn apart.  The crowd around them was screaming, cheering, booing, and in some cases spewing vulgarities at one another.  This arena was like the rest, but with a floor that seemed to be constructed from Mirrors.  Across from them, stood a single figure, clad in a long white cloak, a pair of glowing yellow eyes looked out at them from beneath its hood.  One could easily make out a feminine shape beneath, though it seemed as if it might have had two sets of breasts.<br/><br/>“Ladies, Gentleman, and others!  It is my pleasure to introduce  Mi'twia and Malahue!  They stand off against one of our better known veterans Zyphris!”<br/><br/>Levels: Brawler 3<br/><br/>Str: 10<br/>End: 14<br/>Gra: 10<br/>Cha: 8<br/>Int: 5<br/>Spi: 7<br/><br/>P. Def: 69<br/>M. Def: 65<br/>S. Def: 72<br/><br/>HP: 195<br/><br/>Roll Result: Chameleon rolled: 1d100, adding 10to the total<br/>Comment: Zyphris Init<br/>Result: 52,<br/>Total: 62