"The clerics tell me that they had a slight problem with him when he regained consciousness," Melanos informs Torgal from his cushioned seat. "It seems he was disoriented and began lashing out at everyone. But no need to worry, no serious damaged was done and my security force had him restrained. I guess it was a tough job when they weren't allowed to hurt him due to his match. Little Jericho is a bit shaken up but its good experience for the guy. Anyway, word is that Duingar is all ready to go, ser." The little gnome stretches out and reaches for a tankard of ale sitting next to him.

"Thank your security team for me. Lets get this fight underway." Torgal rises from his seat and places his mug of dark ale down. Striding towards the balcony, Torgal looks out at the crowd who only an hour before watched the opening match. "People! We are finally ready to begin the next fight. It seems that the wild dwarf Duingar has not had enough punishment! He is returning, and this time he is not facing a tiny elf, but the massive Fenriz! If the fight goes the same as the last one I don't think the clerics will be able to do anything for him." The crowd erupts into cheers and laughter. "Without delay let this match begin." Torgal turns from the balcony and takes his seat once again as the crowd's deafing roar greets the warriors.

From the eastern gate enter Fenriz. This massive giant of a man, with his two-handed sword strides into the arena with confidence. With black paint around his eyes and his wolf skin tunic and black pants, Fenriz is a picture of death. Many in the crowd quiet as he takes his place.

Loud cursing and singing can be heard behind the thick western gate, announcing to all that Duingar is coming. The gate opens and in a flash of movement the dwarf is charging across the ring, singing at the top of his lungs, twin axes raised to bring death. "Your hide is mine wolfman!" Duingar screams as he bears down on his opponent.

"Make it bloody, make it entertaining and make me money!" Torgal yells a little belatedly as the dwarf Duingar closes the gap between himself and Fenriz.

Fenriz is not put off by the sudden attack. He calmly hefts his sword and begins to run towards the dwarf at increasing speed. Fenriz is upon the dwarf before Duingar can even release his axes. Fenriz brings his sword around in a vicious arc, only to have the dwarf roll under it and come up behind him. Duingar releases both axes from close range but do to roll both are wide. Fenriz spins, quicker than the dwarf could believe, his blade biting deep into the dwarf's side. Duingar reels sideways from the impact and the pain. Duingar struggles to his feet as another strike comes in. This time Duingar is able to bring his own battleaxe up to deflect the blow. Duingar, enraged that he was hit answers with a mighty attack from his hand axe. Dropping his shoulder and driving the wicked blade with all his might, he cuts deep into Fenriz's leg, biting through flesh and embedding in bone. Blood spurts from the evil wound and Fenriz can't help but scream in pain. Fenriz wildly (and with a hand axe in his leg) lashes out with his sword. The pain, clouding his vision, prevents him from connecting, but he does manage to fend off another attack from Duingar and drive the dwarf back a step. Duingar, with battle axe in both hands, once again steps into attack, but again he is driven back by the madman.

"How do you feel? Can you here the gods beckoning you back to the depths of the abyss?" Duingar taunts. Fenriz, his vision a little clearer now, answers back with a straight thrust to Duingar's voice box. Duingar sidesteps and brings his battle axe sailing in under Fenriz's extended arm, cutting into his side below his armpit. Blood again spurts from the wound and Fenriz drops to his knees, blood coming out of his mouth, indicating a vicious wound to the lungs. Fenriz scowls at the dwarf before he topples forward blood pouring forth from the two vicious wounds. Duingar callously pulls the hand axe from Fenriz's leg with the grating of metal on bone.

"It seems that Valorien may have had a lot of luck in that first match." Melanos jokes.

"Or Duingar had the luck, better get the clerics out there fast before Duingar begins skinning him." Torgal replies.