I'm gonna give this one to Halazzi as far as strategy goes. Nothing screams 'cunning' to me in ZA like a lynx, so he has the advantage of being able to think on his feet. Pair that with the fact that while Setesh DOES have the forethought to not simply rely on his own brute force, he is rather set in his ways, and likely not very good at adapting.

How this fight would play out in my mind is as follows:

Halazzi stalked into the arena, his head low, ears pricked. Before him stood an imposing figure, all wrought stone and gold trim, with a fierce head, rather like a dog, but unlike any near the troll's native Amani land. Halazzi bared his fangs in a wicked grin, glad to have such a challange.

"Ye gonna kneel to me fang and claw bruddah, no matter how big you be!" he roared his challange, raising his axes to the sky.

The black figure stood, and from the unmoving mouth came a voice as deep as the darkest crevices of the ocean 'Your end is here, lion god, embrace is.'

Halazzi yowled and charged, feeling his blood boil at the prospect of battle, his inner lynx yearning for the thrill and rush of bloodlust. No, not yet, first he must take precautions. As he charged, Halazzi raised his hand, and the creature, Setesh, he thought he remembered it was called, burst into crackling flame. Setesh did not budge.

Halazzi dropped a totem to the floor, and enjoyed as its cooling water lapped at his feet. NOW he could let loose. With another yowl, he gave in to the bloodlust, the rage, and began swinging, bearing claw and axe and fang against the stone figure's legs.

Setesh, looking down at the small creature, felt no pain at the vicious attack, but felt the cuts going deep into his sable body. He swung at the creature, who took one blow, but danced aside to avoid the next. Setesh was puzzled, such blows normally felled foes, but this one seemed already recovered, a feat he thought only Ammunae capable of. Best to stick to his usual strategy then, it had not failed him before.

Halazzi let out a victorious snarl as the titanic form retreated, walking to the far end of the hall. The snarl petered out, however, when he saw his opponent was not retreating, but simply backing away to cast a spell. Letting the water sooth the ache from the creature's blow, Halazzi waited to see what would happen, asses what was coming.

Setesh stepped away as the portal opened, and began walking to another suitable location. He knew what would come next, first the wyrms, then the wraith, then the construct, and then more and more.

Halazzi realized what was happening, he had seen some of the hated elves do this before; summoning magic! He looked on as two large wyrms, rather like the mana-wyrms the elves kept as pets, swam lazily out of the portal, and made their way towards him. He charged, cutting one and then the other down. Now a creature as dark as darkness itself appeared, vaugly man-shaped, it scratched at him with pitiful claws. He derisivly sent flames crackling over its body before placing a totem of healing, and turning to dismantle the portal. To his amazement, the creature survived to claw him again, and then he felt strange, hurt, as it cast a spell upon him. He was slow, slower than he'd ever been, and he no longer felt the soothing balm of the water, only wetness.

Setesh finished opening the second portal, and caught a glimpse of his opponent as he made his way to open a third. The creature, a lynx god, he remembered in his old mind, was falling prey to his void wraith's shield. It was only a matter of time...

Halazzi bellowed and cut down the void creature, sighing as the balm washed over him again. His cuts healed, he turned just in time to see a large machine emerge from the portal, like a huge version of the elves' guardians. behind it, he saw more wyrms emerge from a second portal. This would not do. 'Spirit! Go!' he cried, and the lynx spirit left him, charging away. Knowing his soul-bonded comrade would never fail him, he placed a new healing totem, and then a lightning totem. The bolts of lightning arced accross the air, striking the construct, two more wyrms that had emmerged, and the portal itself. The runes collapsed, and the portal closed.

Setesh turned in surprise, seeing a portal fall, before he was hit in the chest with a small, furry mass. The creature latched itself to his chest, clawing, biting, and growing larger and redder by the second. He batted at it, but it clung on. Setesh felt a new sensation, annoyance.

Halazzi, meanwhile, was cutting his way through more void spawn. The wyrms went down with a swing, the constructs mindlessly chased him, but the void walkers caused him no end of suffering, as their slowing shields negated his totems, and their claws raked his skin. However, he no longer doubted that closing the portal was the way. He cut down another wraith, and placed a lightning totem at the foot of the second portal.

Setesh beat at the cat, which he now knew to be the god he had sensed, primitive and doomed to fall, like all mortal creations. The troll, he now identified its species, was in a bad way, but had managed to close two portals, and he had yet to start on the forth one.

Halazzi roared 'spirit! come back ta me!" and charged to the next portal, welcoming the sweet scent of fur and blood as the god lept into him, anointing his brow, shoulders, and hands with its form. He felt strong, far stronger than his old self, and stronger than this titanic construct and all its ancient forces. He placed another water totem, cut down two wyrms and a wraith, and demolished the runes holding the portal before any more could emerge, before turning to face his foe.

Setesh decided it was time to alter his strategy, for once. he began chanelling, calling upon the void that was his essense. Bolts of void energy struck the ground, and it was all the troll/god could do to avoid them.

Halazzi dodged this way and that, but he could not escape all the void seeds, not at this range. seething inwardly at his stupidity, he clung to his bloodlust to sustain him. He stood, straight and proud, as the void energy struck him again and again, and when it ended, he was still standing.

'I gonna carve you now!' he bellowed, and lept onto the watcher's chest, axe and claw striking here and there, totems popping out of the ground, lightning arcing, fire crackling. He split again, and Setesh could not walk fast enough to reach the next portal.

Halazzi lept away, and the Lord of Destruction fell to his knees, whispering 'Yes, give in to your hatred.' Before looking up at his enemy. The troll stood there, fur dripping with blood, speckled with chunks of rock.

'You can't fight da powah'. Halazzi said, before burying his axe in Setesh's carved head. The void constructs faded away, the portals open closed, and the Titan's work lay still and inert, the dark fire of his eyes dimmed.

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