[Bakan]

Walking through one of the doors emerges a man. Clad in bright white robes, leaning somewhat heavily on his walking stick, he strokes his pure white beard as he looks around, in particular the man who thought that he could hide by running around the wall.

Watching the latest arrival, the old man chuckles as he is thrown forcibly out. Then another participant sprints across the arena ground, and this one, who is actually moving in a manner indicating he is ready to play marks him.

Raising his left hand (with the right holding tightly onto his walking stick) the old man mumbles some incantation, then flicks his wrist. With the flick of his wrist, purple energy forms around it and 3 missiles of arcane energy and fired, followed by another three, followed by one last volley, all heading towards Richard. The magic missiles had minimal tracking, and didn’t pack much of a punch, only enough at best to knock someone down, but they would annoy.

“Time to play.” Mumbles Bakan as he then starts working on another incantation.