A String of Draws

"Next, Archbishop Turalyon will face Warchief Thrall!"

The first match had been a mage battle, the second a mech battle, and the third could be called a battle of faith.

The Alliance believed in the doctrines of the Holy Light, while the Horde followed shamanic teachings. This would be a debate over the faiths of both sides.

With Archbishop Benedictus absent from Northrend, the spokesman for the Stormwind Alliance's faith in the Holy Light was naturally Archbishop Turalyon.

On the Horde's side, it was naturally their Warchief, the savior shaman Thrall.

At first, the two spoke of the tenets of the Holy Light and shamanism, describing the restraints and power those beliefs brought to their followers. Naturally, the Alliance and Horde spectators on either side of the Argent Tournament Grounds showed no restraint in booing whenever the opposing leader spoke.

Both men had shamanic and Holy Light doctrine deeply etched into their minds. Neither could truly listen to the other's teachings, and they naturally rejected the other faith.

As the debate grew increasingly heated, both men began to lose their tempers.

"I will never forget what the Horde did to the great Naaru. The Holy Light will not forgive you!" Archbishop Turalyon remembered the death of Xe'ra, Mother of the Holy Light, as well as the several Naaru imprisoned in Quel'Thalas and used as power banks and lamps. He immediately drew the Lightforged Great Royal Sword.

Warchief Thrall said with a dark expression, "Shadows exist even beneath the Holy Light. The aftermath at Garadar still lingers before my eyes. I will avenge Greatmother Geyah!"

What had begun as an argument completely turned into a brawl. Since neither could convince the other, then they would fight! If words could not subdue the other, fists would. With their old grudges serving as