At the opposite end of the arena from the royal box, a imperial drone sat with his eyes half closed, slouched in his seat. It was easy to overlook him, as he was dwarfed by a huge elaborately crafted gong that hung to his left. As the two trolls circled each other, his eyes snapped open and he glanced down at a small clock resting on the ground in front of him. Standing up stiffly, he hefted a large and highly ornamental hammer, and swung it hard at the gong. The sound echoed around the arena, managing to surpass and even silence the noise of the crowd. Time was up.

Final standings:
Abrila: 9/20
Sarcel: 3/20

Abrila moves to the next round!