"The effect seems pretty good," Lyle murmured from his corner in the gladiator arena stands, watching the fledgling Red Dragon fan club's collective brawl take shape. They were really going at each other with a vengeance, to the extent that the Life Warlord had to intervene. Said intervention involved the Life Warlord joining their melee to deliver a hammer blow to any youth on the brink of death, much to the delight of all the spectators; the roars from the Baron of the Garden and the Fire Elemental incited a minor riot by the Lava Pool.
"Is this really okay, Lyle?" Imelt, who had reverted back to her elven form, stood behind Lyle. It turned out that Dwarves' sense of aesthetics was indeed outrageous—the equation of brawny with beautiful had turned Red Dragon's Dwarf form into their dream lover, and the inherently kind-hearted Imelt was somewhat worried about the dwarves caught in the midst of the arena's central melee.
