From within the deep inner circles of the elegant palace stood the chosen combatants as a young man in seemingly modern casual attire sat upon his regal throne while wearing a extravagantly jeweled crown, and being served his every whim by bodacious succubi. The man's single expression was a mix of both apathy, and boredom at the sight of the two.
"My sovereign, Lord Awean, the entertainment has arrived", said a sickly looking devil creature that sat upon the man's shoulder.
"Yes, I know all too well my servant."
The two combatants stood no more, or less than ten paces from each other fenced off from the host by a thick wall made from human bones. Despite, this separation the battlefield itself consisted of literally the rest of the palace which was filled and adorned with expensive furniture, and crystal chandeliers.
"Attention! I am the ruler over this realm, and this is but the first round of many. The round will go until either one of you dies, or until I end it. My palace is your arena, but be wary of the various hellions that crawl within the shadows of my corridors. The blood elf shall go first, and BEGIN! "