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“They made fun of my sword,” Drizzt muttered. “I mean, I guess ‘Twinkle’ isn’t the scariest name in the world, but look at it.” He twirled the scimitar around in his hand, marveling at the balance–the beauty–of the blade.
“And once more I have to ask you to take blood.”
He stood on an island that had more in common with a rock jutting from a puddle than a piece of land where things could grow and live. He had been deposited there by some unseen hand, firmly admonishing him for constantly bringing his companions to the Cage Matches. Even Guenhwyvar was told to stay put, and Drizzt’s heart almost broke in two when he was told that news.
But he was a hero–and heroes were constantly made to do things they had no desire to do. It’s what made them heroic.
As the sun set in front of him, the silhouette of the robed figure did little to put him at ease. Though the man on the other side of the island looked harmless, Drizzt was assured by others that this was no pushover. This was Ged, a wizard of Earthsea, and he had destroyed not only one of the most powerful succubi in existence, but also one of the greatest warriors to ever hold a sword.
I bet Elminster could scrape him, Drizzt thought.
“Hallo, good elf!” Ged called out to him.
“Hey,” Drizzt responded.
“So it would seem we are to do battle on this day,” the wizard said, walking closer. As he did, Drizzt noticed a slight frown on his reddish-brown face “That is, if you so desire it. I give you this chance to leave–I have no reason to destroy you.”
“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself, mage?”
“Only time is ahead of me–time and shadows. Everything else is irrelevant.”
“Fine,” Ged said. “I won’t get all mystic on you. The fact is, I don’t just go around fighting people–it’s just not who I am. But if you make me do this, I’m going to have to set you on fire, or something, and that’s just going to haunt me. So why don’t you just leave, I move on to the next round, and we call it a day?”
“Good point,” Ged nodded. Raising his hands, he called up a magewind to blow the elf down. But if Drizzt had one thing going for him, it was nimbleness, and although the wind buffetted away at him, he danced about and kept his feet.
“Impressive,” the wizard said.
Drizzt didn’t say anything, but instead spun on his left foot, using his long limbs to close the distance between himself and the wizard while utilizing the wind to propel him closer. Not only Twinkle but Iciningdeath flashed out, turning him into a drow dradel of death. As he approached Ged, he couldn’t help think that no matter what kind of mage this was, his body couldn’t be prepared for scimitars cutting through his torso.
Which is why Ged let the wind stop, catching Drizzt off guard. The elf stumbled just a bit, and that momentary gaff was enough for Ged to run over to the other side of the small island.
Drizzt, once again gaining his footing, looked at the wizard.
“You’re clever–I’ll give you that. But there’s nowhere to run, mage. I’m sorry, but at some point I’m going to have your blood.”
“Or…” Ged said, holding his hand above his head. The sky–clear only moments ago–grew dark, thick clouds plunging the island into darkness.
“Are you kidding? I’m a drow–I was born in the dark!”
“Were you born in lightning?”
Boom goes the dynamite.
Predicted Winner: Ged
(Ged is a character from Ursula Le Guin’s A Wizard of Earthsea series; Drizzt Do’Urden is a character from Wizard of the Coast’s Forgotten Realms series, as written by R.A. Salvatore)