"Are you going to hide behind your arrows, or will you have a real fight with me?" The king of the middle was wielding two close combat axes. He was not one to fight from a distance. Nor was it normal for dwarves to fight from long distances anyways. The only ones that would, are normally the crossbowman who had broken the accepted norm.
"I am an arcane archer. I can deal with you before you get here." Gil couldn't help but try and mess with the king of the middle. He didn't like that the dwarves still were all for up close and personal battles. He had a special place for the crossbowmen that had helped him when he visited the city.
The referee didn't even need to say that the battle had started. Gil had quickly pulled an earth elemental arrow from his quiver and sent it flying at the feet of the king of the middle. The reaction was a large rumbling beneath the ground followed by a large earth spike jutting out of the ground.
