Aracynth rose with Kynortas, feeling a bit drawn from the previous combat and the magical labor of healing. He took a moment to see to his remaining wound from the Sea Spawn. 

Lay On Hands (self) : 3HP

He was nearly exhausted from the effort, but the healing touch bolstered his physique just enough to stand ready with his greatsword against the pair standing opposite in the arena. He returned the bow offered by the women before stepping into his own combat stance.

Initiative : 17

The Balmor Sisters? Boccob's arcane anus, the Balmor Sisters? Fizzbang did his best not to begin quivering in his boots. He'd seen them at work before, of course, they were bloody famous! Bloody was right too...

And another thing! Fizz? Granted it was leagues better than 'Moldy', but honestly? Couldn't a gnome get some respect?

Initiative 13

Tharin dulls the tips of his arrows on the rocks lining the colosseum. He aims for the slender woman on the left and looses an arrow.

Attack: 10 Damage: 9

Aracynth studied his opponents, as dusk settled and Tharin fired a warning shot, perhaps a bit too eagerly, at the black armored sisters. He quickly sized up his opponents, and suggested a plan of attack to his friends, hoping the roaring crowd would prevent the sisters overhearing. 

Insight : 10

"Kynortas, try to circle the arena and engage the enemy Archer; Your prowess in melee and solid defenses should give you an edge.

Tharin, force your ranged counterpart to move towards Kynortas, then apply pressure where it seems most beneficial.

I'm going to try and bait the Mace-wielding sister forward into melee combat.

Fizzbang, the Mace-wielder looks to be wearing some pretty heavy armor; It's probably difficult for her to dodge. I trust that you know a good opportunity when you see one.

Remember, as renowned as they may be, we're not here to kill them. Now, let's give the Duke a show he won't soon forget."

Aracynth then strode forward to the center of the arena with greatsword poised, stifling his own fatigue, and ready to Dodge any incoming attacks. He bowed again to the sister carrying the mace loosely at her side, as if to imply 'Ladies first..'

As soon as the announcer finishes his flourish and the gates have shut, Tharin fires the first missile and misses the smaller sister just over her shoulder. She grins and brushes her shoulder pad...

The sisters then begin their attack with resounding force, and little-to-no emotion. The smaller, more lithe, of the two wielding her bow fires two shots into your party and attempts to dip into the shadows around the edges of the arena (Please make perception checks on your turn to see her.) The first shot is aimed at her counterpart - Tharin. The arrow slams into your shoulder, also slightly blunted but still exceptionally painful, for 6 damage! The second shot is aimed at Aracynth as he strides to the center of the arena, but goes wide as he defends himself.

The second swings her mace in a wide circle above her head and charges Aracynth headlong! The first attack misses as she couldn't stop her momentum, but the back swing caught Aracynth in the side as she predicted his next dodge! The dragonborn takes 7 damage and the mace-wielding sister is at his left side in the center of the arena!

The crowd erupts into a roar as the battle begins in earnest! The now nearly night sky seems to resonate with their emotions and even your hearts begin to sing (despite the pain.) This acts as a boon as you now feel as though you have something to prove to these proud warriors and your newfound fans! On each of your next attacks you (all) have advantage as though from a rallying cry from allies, a bard, or a military leader!

Fizzbang looked at the women, taking stock of their impressive arms and armor. Their weapons, longer than he was tall, looked especially well suited to whacking and stabbing, conditions Fizzbang was especially keen on avoiding. 

Time, he considered, for a little illusion!

Perception check 8

advantage roll: 19

if I can spot the sneaky sister I’d like to hit them both with a Color Spray! If not, I’ll just get the melee monster

Color Spray: effects 23 hit dice work of targets. Every effected target become Blind for one round!

 (Later edit) upon spying the sneak, Fizzbang leaps into action! Stepping around the hulking dragonborn, he lines up the prismatic cone of blinding magic to wash over both opponents!

A blinding flash of light and color exploded from Fizzbang's hand and into the air as Kynortas moved around the sister with the mace. Far enough away to avoid a strike but heading as quickly as possible towards the sister with the bow and arrow.

Perception: 6

Perception advantage because I am a forgetful scrub: 12

He had felled archers before in battle and this one, while she was wearing more armor, would be no different. He closed in for a strike!

Attack: 10 Damage: 7

Tharin squinted and tried to see where the other sister was. The fading light in the arena was no match for his darkvision, but he still had some difficulty making out different patterns.

17 to perceive.

He fired at the shapes in the shadows, hoping what he saw was, in fact, the missing sister.

Attack: 16 Damage: 4 Sneak Attack 3

Aracynth had dodged an arrow from the smaller woman in the back, before she vanished into the encroaching shadows. He was just about to track her movement when the mace-wielding sister came barreling in with an overhanded blow, demanding his attention. He read the attack and sidestepped easily, realizing only too late that the warrior was swinging a second attack in on her follow through. Her mace bludgeoned into his side, and the spiked head impacted his chainmail with a sickening crunch, likely breaking a few of his ribs. As his head cleared from the jarring blow, Aracynth heard the uproar of the crowd; His spirit piqued to mirror the spiking energy while adrenaline brought his focus into sharp clarity.  

He regained his footing to find Fizzbang just beside him, issuing forth a cone of intense multicolored lights to blind their foes. For a moment, Aracynth could have sworn he had heard a trumpeting fanfare as the light burst forth from the Gnome’s hands. In his periphery, he recognized Kynortas heaving an attack of his own, with the thrum of Tharin’s bow punctuating the humans effort. He scanned quickly to see how their battle fared.

Perception : 7

He steadied himself as he found the larger sister, her ebony plate awash in Fizzbang’s color spray, reeling in sudden blindness. Finding the break in her guard, he threw all his weight into the strike of his sword.   

Attack: 14 Damage: 12

Having slunk off into the shadows, the lithe woman was lost for a period of time to you and only when she was blasted with color spray did she reappear! Fizzbang's wizarding tactics illuminated the arena briefly and both women were dazed by the brilliance.

Kynortas, however, was already hunting through the sides of the arena when she appeared and his perception was off as to where he thought she would appear. 

Tharin's arrow did find purchase as she stumbled from the illusion. His blunted shot striking her hard in the temple and knocking her out cold with one blow! She fell hard on her side, crumpled and concussed, but very much alive, on the arena wall.

The second, larger sister heard the shock of the crowd and knew instinctively, despite the daze from Fizzbang, that her sister was down. "No! Alyea!" She screamed into Aracynth, articulating her next swing. She was however caught in the side by the Dragonborn as he arced his sword into her. She grunted, but stayed standing. Blinking away anger and illusion, she attempted to bring the mace back down onto Aracynth. She missed entirely, however, the color spray too distracting for her.

Fizzbang grinned maniacally as the prismatic assault leaped from his fingers. This, he thought, was turning out to be a great day! A well placed illusion could send even the most dangerous of foes reeling, and Fizzbang's new allies were quick to capitalize on the confusion. 

He watched one of the sisters go down and his smile widened. He turned his gaze to their remaining foe. Heavily armored? Check. Brutish demeanor? Check. A spell in his repertoire that didn't care one bit for how sturdy your armor was? Check!

Fizzbang stepped backward, putting some space between himself and the melee. You couldn't be too cautious after all! Then Fizzbang let loose a Magic Missile 7

Kynortas saw the sister with the bow fall nearby him. He had not been as close to her as his senses said she was. He moved back over to the other sister and attempted to shield bash her prone.

Athletics: 10

Tharin watched as his missile took the shape in the shadows down. He was shocked that a blunt arrow could bring down a combatant who apparently was very well-known for their prowess. Nevertheless, he drew another arrow and trained it on the remaining sister. She was surrounded by the human and dragonborn, but there was enough of an opening for an arrow shaft to find its mark. 

 Attack: 9 Damage: 8

Sneak attack 4

Aracynth's first blow struck a clean hit through the woman's guard, but he could tell from impact that the blade hadn't scored deep. She was still reeling from the color spray as she swung again, and he easily avoided the flailing mace. 

Aracynth squared up his stance once more, and saw Fizzbang slip backwards, releasing a salvo of magic into their foe as he retreated. Kynortas the came charging in, trying to knock the stumbling fighter from her feet, as an arrow whizzed past. The other combatant must be down. Aracynth took heart from his allies victory, and stepped forward to strike with his greatsword once more, seeking to end this contest.

Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

Aracynth's first blow struck a clean hit through the woman's guard, but he could tell from impact that the blade hadn't scored deep. She was still reeling from the color spray as she swung again, and he easily avoided the flailing mace. 

Aracynth squared up his stance once more, and saw Fizzbang slip backwards, releasing a salvo of magic into their foe as he retreated. Kynortas the came charging in, trying to knock the stumbling fighter from her feet, as an arrow whizzed past. The other combatant must be down, he surmised.  Aracynth took heart from his allies victory, and stepped forward to strike with his greatsword once more, seeking to end this contest.

Attack: 24 Damage: 11

After missing her swing due to Fizzbang’s interference, Malis Balmor was now quite frustrated with these upstarts. The wizard again found his mark with the homing missiles and she grunted as they struck her. The arrow, too, smashed into her armor with heavy force from the longbow and she finally staggered. Kynortas’ shield bash was not quite enough to knock her off her feet, but she was disoriented enough to take a full force blow from Aracynth. This was finally enough to knock the fighter unconscious, and she sighed heavily as the sword knocked the wind out of her and sent her toppling into the sand. She landed heavily to a quiet, shocked crowd, their local favorites bested by random adventurers.

The silence didn’t last but a second, though and soon the entire town was on its feet cheering for your group! Admirers threw things into the arena and whistles, cheers, shouts of “good show” and “congratulations” could be heard in the din. They quieted slightly as the announcer made his way back to the balcony, hair disheveled and arms splayed in a mock shrug.

“Oh... my... GOODNESS! What a day! The Bloody Balmor Sisters go down to our intrepid heroes! The fight was incredible and excitement stole the day! In too many days have we seen a group such as this who we will honor among our hall of heroes! The day is yours, gentlemen! Congratulations and the Duke will meet with you once the processions have finished!”

With the last sentence the trumpeters begin playing fanfare, clerics began tending to the sisters, and more trinkets, coins, and flowers are thrown onto the now torch-lit arena floor. The waiting area gates open behind you and several figures can be seen waiting in the dim room while you soak in the crowd.

As the second Balmor sister finally broke under their combined assault, the adrenaline of battle wore off. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Aracynth found himself standing amidst a shower of gifts and adulation. He smiled gingerly as fatigue began to overtake him, and his own wound became all to apparent. He hobbled slowly back towards the open gates, as the medics rushed past him into the arena to see to the fallen sisters. He glanced around to see if he could make any sense the gifts being offered, but didn't stop moving even so. Upon finally reaching the arena prep area, Aracynth took a seat to look after his own wound. 

Investigation : 14

Fizzbang let out a sign of relief. He'd survived, not one, not two, but three fights! What a day to be alive!

Fizzbang subtly cast Minor Illusion, and threw back his head and shouted at the sky in triumph. What emitted from his throat was not the rather hoarse bellow of a very tired gnome, but the colossal roar of a mighty lion, howling with savage glee and (illusory) intensity! 

Tharin eased as the final sister joined her kin. He had made it through the tournament, and might have enough in prize money to repay the various debts he had accrued over the last day. Maybe even enough to get a proper kit. He would need to be prepared if he was to stay with those he battled with today. As he lumped slightly toward the gates (that rogue arrow had hit in a bad spot), he decided he should probably let these new comrades know of his true nature. Tomorrow, though. There was apparently a parade to be a part of. 

On your way out of the arena you pick up 140 gold and two small gold trinkets.