For a while after they spoke, both of them simply held each other in silence. Tristan looked over at the at the door sharply as the runes flared, signifying that someone was trying to enter. The way the runes were made him realize that the person was not trying to break in, but was merely alerting him to their presence. He disentagled himself from Erica, who whined gently from being disturbed. "Sorry beautiful, but we got guests." In response Erica just made a noise of disgruntlement and stood before stretching much like a cat would do after a nap. Tristan then stood up fully as well, he extended an arm towards the door and the runes faded for a moment and he spoke gently. "Enter." The door opened revealing a young shy looking man, barely out of his teens. The youth spoke with his eyes on the ground. "Your fight will be starting momentarily sir." Tristan nodded and chuckled as he noticed the man's eyes glancing over at Erica occassionally during her stretching routine. Tristan looked over to her and spoke softly saying "Ok Beautiful, your distracting the boy. You will have to leave for now, see you later after the match, or at it."

Erica pouted slightly before hugging him and kissing his cheek before leaving. Because Erica turned and left after that wnd the boy followed after her like a puppy, neither of them saw the faint blush that overtook Tristan's pale skin. He shook himself out of the stupor he had been in and a serious look emerged in his eyes. He put the weapon he had taken earlier back on the wall, he would have no need of it, but it still never hurt to practice his stances with a weapon of some weight. What he had been using was specifically a modified Quarter staff of sorts, It was weighted on either end that could be adjusted through magic, Tristan used that to practice when here, as he could emulate the feel and weight of his Scythe. After finishing up his preparations he went to the other door to leave the Chamber. He opened the door and entered into the barren corridor leading to the Pit, the corridor itself consisted of dull grey walls, floor, and ceiling. The corridor itself was left unadorned for a reason, probably to shake the mentality for the weaker and less mentally secure of fighters.

After walking down the corridor for what seemed like forever Tristan finally came to the end. The door there was akin to a metal gate, similar to what is seen in gladiator pits. As Tristan approached the door he could hear the muted roar of the crowd of the Pit. The door opened in front of him and the smells of the arena hit him, first and foremost was the smell of blood and death, if the latter had an applicable smell. The next smell hit him like a wave, and it was one that would make most wretch in disgust, the stench of sweat and dirt had mixed with the smells of other bodily fluids to create a revolting concoction. A team was cleaning the field of the remnants of the last match, it was littered with corpses and the ground was marked with craters and blood. It had been a match with many people involved, that in itself was a rarity as most fights were one on one. There were only two types of matches that involved mutliple combatants, Free-for-Alls and Team matches, most of these matches do not garner much patronage due to the high level of violence often found in them. While the Patrons of the Pit do go there to revel in the violence and savagery inherent to the place, there is a limit to what they will witness, due to this the vast majority of such matches are before or after the main event matches.

After they finished clearing the field of the bodies, an Earth mage smoothed it over making the ground flat once more. Soon after that happened a woman walked towards the center of dirt arena that was the Pit. She was tall and svelte and had long blonde hair that fell down to her waist. While she was rather different from Erica and Kandace, her attractiveness was no less than theirs and was perhaps even more enchanting in a way, regardless she was obviously no mere mortal. Her graceful walking stopped as she reached the center of the Pit, she extended her arms as she spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen, The match you all have been waiting for has finally arrived. This fight will feature the mysterious Vampire Mage, known as Brandon and his opponent, Sparky, the Storm Elemental." As she finished speaking Tristan fully entered the Pit, he had Changed into his Vampire form before he left the corridor leading to the Pit. This form gave him a more angular visage, making his face harsher and more predatory, but also more beautiful in a sense. His eyes were a Crimson color, a vast difference from their usual sea green.

He looked over towards the opposite side of the arena where his opponent emerged. He was a large man, nearly seven feet in height, he was also heavily muscled, and many could compare his musculature to that of many sculptures such as the Thinker or similar statues. He had electric blue hair that seemed to crackle with electricitity though it could have been a trick of the light as well. He was wearing a tight fitting blue combat suit, though it may not have been real as most Elementals can form things that look real but are actually of their element. That is one difficulty many have when fighting Elementals, most physical or magical attacks against them could be negated or had no effect outright due to their elemental nature. While Tristan and his opponent were staring each other down the Host spoke in her elegant voice. "The betting for this match will now close. since the fight will start after i explain the rules to these gentlemen." She paused for a moment before addressing the two combatants. "As cliche what i am about to say will sound please pay attention. The both of you already know the rules, But i will repeat them anyways, just in case there are any spectators in the audience that arent familiar with them."

She sighed for a moment before she spoke in a more serious and commanding tone. "Though you can kill each other here and you will be protected while here, we will not offer anymore protection, though there are certainly exceptions. Once you leave the premises even if you are still within the sphere of influence we will not do anything so think over your actions here. Should you intentionally aim at the viewing areas and/or injure spectators you will face consequences. Any magic is allowed, as long as its usage will not violate the previous rule, same with magically Bound weapons, the only other weapons allowed are those from the Chambers. The Fight will continue until Death, surrender, or incapacitation." She paused and backed up a fair distance before she yelled "BEGIN!!" as the words left her mouth, she vanished and reappeared above in the viewing areas. Tristan extended and arm in front of hm and a mass of what could only be described as Blackness formed, as he did so the Elemental rushed at him.

Tristan responded by sending the ball of inky Blackness at his opponent, the ball splashed against the Elementals shield, it ate away at the shield as it flashed blue, but it stopped and the shield started reforming. The Elemental responed by projecting a series of small lightning bolts at Tristan forcing him to dodge. This bought enough time for the Elemental to give himself a home field advantage so to speak. He stopped as the bolts kept Tristan busy, he raised both of his arms into the air, gathering the magic in the air to tke the shape he wanted. As he did so dark clouds formed above the arena, a barrier around the arena flashed into life containing the storm clouds. The clouds swiftly grew in size as they were fed more magic and soon enough bolts of lightning could be seen and heard within the clouds. Tristan launched another mass of black magic at the Elemental after he dodged the last of the pesky bolts that had been after him. The Elemental was distracted due to his feat of magic, it took a lot to create a force of nature from scratch even for a skilled mage or Elemental. The magic hit Sparky's shield and ate away at it once more, but this time it forced its way through and impacted against the Elemental. Tristan smirked at his opponents inattentiveness, the expression froze as he felt the mass of magic and Lightning moving towards him. He hastily manifested his Scythed and swung at the lightning bolt, but it wasnt sfast enough, the two halves impacted against his feet sending Tristan flying.