Now for an excellent contribution from Punington.

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Fight 49

The shadowy figure leaves his position vacant once again. Seizing the opportunity, the sneaky stranger approaches the empty seat, hops on, and marvels at the view of the arena below.

Having temporarily left his position as the universe's CPU support, (14) 010110101001010101011101 the sentient RAM chip (AKA 5A955D to his friends) randomly accesses the arena through the left gate. On that moment, sensing a disturbance in the electromagnetic force, a movement of free electrons bursts in through the crackling right gate. (69) Circuit is here! But hey, wait a second, did nobody tell him that this tournament was "free of charge"?

* DICE ROLL 1 *
010110101001010101011101 rolls 11
Circuit rolls 3

Borrowing from his weakness towards positive charges, Circuit considers the negative approach instead. "I bet I can take you down! You look like someone who has latency issues!" he yells tauntingly.
010110101001010101011101 doesn't get it. Unable to understand wether that was some sort of trick or an uninformed statement, he shrugs and changing the subject, intentionally makes an affirmation sound as if it were an inquiry: "We don't have to fight if you don't waaaaaant?"
The power of reverse psychology proves effective on Circuit who, exciting his subatomic particles impatiently, rushes towards his opponent. He fell for it!
Too quick to even spare a thought regarding strategy, Circuit's body instinctively chooses Kung Fu Fighting as the most appropriate match for his speed of lighting. Wrong move! 010110101001010101011101, having recently been at the universe's matrix, knows Kung Fu! He predicts his opponents moves with ease, one after another tiring him down, and when the moment is right, absorbs Circuit whole!

A sudden jolt of energy overclocks 010110101001010101011101 who, always happy to bring a neutral charge equilibrium to the universe, leaves the arena and waits for his opportunity to process the data of another fight.
Circuit wakes up in the tavern unable to recall what just happened. Back to his usual self and taking good measure of the merry atmosphere, he happily begins to move around from table to table, charming the joint's guests with his magnetic personality.

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Fight 50

Everyone is still trying to wrap their heads around a kung fu battle between a RAM chip and an electrical current when the next fight is announced. Wait, no one is coming in through the left gate! The crowd gets impatient, a few boos erupt. The sneaky stranger begins to rock uncomfortably on the borrowed seat, looking left and right in desperation. Just when he was about to jump out and begin running, the left gate opens up and Mina Han, a girl with a gift for tardiness, makes her appearance. Through the left gate, an angry-looking figure carrying an electric guitar emerges after a cloud of smoke, Metälingus the master of brütality, can't believe someone just followed Rock with the word uncomfortable.

* DICE ROLL 1 *
Mina Han rolls 5
Metälingus rolls 10

"Hey!" Metälingus roars, "Hey, you!"
Mina Han points her weapon of choice the meat tenderiser at the metalhead and, raising an eyebrow of annoyance, replies with a Windy Village accent. "You talking to me?"
Metälingus, having a soft spot for impertinence, decides not to eat Mina Han's head outright. "Yeah you! That meat tenderiser you're holding, it's made of METAL you know? Pretty cool if you ask me..."
The battle chef, who paradoxically is extremely impatient and who never asked him in the first place, rushes straight into action by casting Whirlwind and projecting herself on top of her opponents head. Riding the wind, she drops from the skies with a downward thrust strike aimed at Metälingus' skull and yells: "I never asked you in the first place!" But her adversary stares at her descending figure calmly, not moving an inch.
It's a hit!

A reverberating sound echoing loudly throughout the stadium explodes from the epicenter on Metälingus' head, disintegrating Mina Han in a split second. The huge shockwave knocks everyone off their seats and, for a short moment, there's only silence.
Slowly, the most resilient onlookers get back to their allocated seats trying to understand what just happened. But down on the arena, the metalhead is still standing on the same spot where he was before, looking impervious to any damage. "You fool. No METAL can harm the Metälingus", the master of brütality says whilst slowly rising his arms towards the sky and making the rock sign with his hands.
The crowd spontaneously bursts into a cacophony of screams as the ashen remains of Mina Han's figure are softly blown away, back to the skies, by a gentle breeze.

Back in the tavern Mina Han wakes up in front of a hearty feast. All around there're loud talks and laughter, and the smell of more delicious dishes to come envelops her in a comforting feeling. "This is pretty nice" she says after tasting her meal, "but let me tell you, it could use some more tenderising".