A wily thief set down a hidden road deep within a city.  In his hands he carried a small cage, on his face he wore a confident grin.  Deep in the shadows of an alley like a thousand others, the rogue stopped and knocked on the wall.  The wall opened and allowed the thief entry into the hidden room under the street.

  This room was arranged in a circle, with plenty of seating around its edge.  At the center of the circle was a deep pit.  The seats were filled with various rogues, brigands, and shady characters.  They were all shouting and yelling at the pit.  The thief continued towards the center of the room, patting his cage and smiling his cheshire grin.

  In the pit, the rouge saw what the commotion was about.  Two monsters, trained to fight, were dueling in the pit; a popular game deep in the underclass areas of any city.  The two monsters in combat were fearsome, indeed.  A mighty Draco Pup was swinging away at a Fomorian Horror.

  The Horror was emitting a putrid stench; one of it's main weapons.  The draco was having some trouble getting close.  The spectators were cheering and placing bets.  The Draco let loose a mighty roar and charged at the Horror.  Horrors are not too swift, favoring bulk and brawn over speed.

  The battle was over swiftly.  The Pup, once it overcame the stench, made short work of the Fomorian Horror.  Coins changed hands after the fight.  The Horror was removed from the little arena, and the challenge was issued.

  "Be there any critter here that can best the Champion?"

  The smiling rogue held his cage up on high and shouted the reply, "My critter is more than a match for that weakling!"

  The ringleader nodded to the rogue, and he tossed his cage into the arena, where it splintered and revealed his critter...  A glupe.  The crowd burst out with laughter.

  "That pile of Goo can't go anything!  It'll be squished!"

  Betting began with the odds heavily against the Glupe.  The Rogue merely smiled away, seemingly oblivious to the jeers.  The battle was joined with a gong, and the Draco Pup took a mighty strike... It stepped on the Glupe, squishing it. The crowd cheered, but the rouge still smiled.

  The Glupe rose up around the Draco Pup's foot, reforming.  The Pup was flustered by this, and went to chomp the tasty treat.  The glupe fell flat to the floor as the Draco's jaw approached.  The Pup managed only to bite it's own foot.

  The crowd was a bit silent, then.  But cheers for the Glupe soon arose as it proceeded to make a further mockery of the mighty and powerful Draco.  For all its power, the Draco could not seem to find a way to injure the Glupe.

  The Glupe emerged victorious in the battle, and the rouge collected on the bets, making him very happy, indeed.  The trainer of the Draco Pup learned a fast lesson that day:

  The ability to adapt in combat is far more important than brute strength.