Melanos, the arena's head of security, puts down his own ale and speaks. "Vanesten Hills. The dwarf clan Hornbrek brews it. They call it Hornbrek Gold. I don't mind it but it is a bit weak for my tastes. Are you going to start the fight soon, we have many to go through?"

"Your right, I can't spend all day drinking this fine ale. So whom do we have first? Ghrimm and Duingar? Well this ought to be interesting. Isn't Ghrimm fighting in the next two matches as well? Has he ever got his work cut out for him." Torgal rises from his seat and looks out over the balcony at the gathered crowd. "Welcome friends, tonight we bring you the finest of matches. We have Duingar of Clan Hammerhand matching strength against Ghrimm StonesEdge, in his debut match. And let me tell you folks, this won't be the last you see of Ghrimm this night." The crowd erupts into cheers at the prospect of such violence in one arena. "Without further delay let's begin!!!"

Loud singing can be heard from both of the closed gates. The eastern gate opens first and from within its inky depths comes the sound of dwarven singing. From the entrance bursts forth a peculiar figure. A multicolored mohawk and facial piercings identify the wild dwarf known as Ghrimm StonesEdge (although his victims call him Meatman). Meatman stops a couple of feet into the arena and stands there impatiently as he waits for his victim to enter from the other side.

The gatekeepers at the western gate begin to look around nervously as a loud beating can be heard on the other side of the gate. Carefully they begin to open the gate when suddenly they are thrown back as the gates come flying open. Duingar flies from the opening and begins charging towards Ghrimm. Both of his twin blades held high. A smile escapes Ghrimm's lips as he sees the onrushing dwarf and he immediately ups the tempo of his song as he races towards Duingar, his black armor turning into a streak across the arena floor.

"Bloody hell. I won't even bother giving the word to fight anymore, they just rip into each other at first site." Torgal flops down into his cushion and pours himself another ale, preparing to watch a real bloodbath.

As the two approach each other, Duingar's eyes fall upon the crest on Ghrimm's chest. A small smile of comprehension crosses his face and he gives a slight nod, seconds before he releases both axes at the crest. The two axes sail away from each other and Ghrimm bears down on Duingar. Gripping his two-bladed battleaxe in both hands, Ghrimm drops his shoulder from which sharp spikes gleam in the torchlight, and smashes into Duingar. The crowd gasps as the shock of the impact reverberates through the cavern. More gasps are heard when Duingar staggers back several steps and Ghrimm is the one who loses his footing and drops to the sandy floor. Small rivulets of blood drip down Duingar's chest but he only laughs and continues his song as he pulls his battle axe and hand axe out and begins to butcher Ghrimm. Ghrimm is quick to recover and rolls out of Duingar's reach before getting back on his feet.

"Have you gotten angry yet? I'd be pretty angry if I had a face that looked like your goblin mother's ass!" Duingar follows up his taunt with a wicked axe blow. "You should be angry then," Ghrimm answers just before the blade cuts deep into his shoulder. The dwarf staggers under the force of the blow, barely managing to avoid the incoming hand axe. Duingar again swings his battleaxe and again he connects with the unlucky Ghrimm. Blood erupts from the vicious wound as Ghrimm answers back with a strike of his own. The gleaming blade cuts effortlessly through the armor that was meant to protect Duingar, driving the dwarf to one knee. Ghrimm smiles arrogantly only to have it wiped clean from a hand axe blow the nearly severed his leg.

Duingar begins to sing louder as his face begins to turn beet-red. His eyes bulge from their sockets as his entire body seems to swell. "I will eat your soul you miserable piece of kobold waste. I will kill you!!" Duingar rips into Ghrimm and it is all the Meatman can do to keep the crescent blades of Duingar at bay. Looking into Duingar's eyes, Ghrimm sees a madness he knows all too well. And he also knows what Duingar is now capable of. Concentrating and singing, Ghrimm tries to press the attack only to be thwarted by Duingar. While Duingar is equally halted by the whirling double blades of Ghrimm's axe. The standstill comes to a quick end when Duingar battleaxe finds its mark and draws blood from Ghrimm's already battered body. Ghrimm drops, the battle finished.

"How are we supposed to heal Ghrimm with that animal still raging around inside the arena?" Melanos asks.