The Obstacle
"Welcome back, everyone, to our final match of the day!" Ashtarot's voice boomed through the stadium, his energy as high as ever, even with evening approaching.
The crowd hadn't thinned a bit; if anything, they were more animated, their cheers and screams growing louder in anticipation of the last game.
"This last match is particularly special," Ashtarot continued, "because it's between two races whose rivalry has been legendary for hundreds of years!"
"Exactly, Ashtarot," Verdentia chimed in, her leafy appendages curling like eager fingers. "Within the dungeon, these two races have kept their competitive spirit alive, and it's this rivalry that inspired this very game!"
Ashtarot nodded in agreement, raising his hand to introduce the competitors. "For our final match, it's the Trolls versus the Orcs: Kezor versus Nik!"
The crowd erupted in applause, their roars almost deafening as both monsters strode onto the field.