"Ser," the small gnome runs up the stairs to the booth in a huff. "I came as soon as I received word. Ghrimm is ready to fight and he seems really pissed. The two of them crossed each other in the hallway and some words and curses were exchanged. It took almost the entire security force to restrain them. Luckly no one was hurt, Jericho handled himself rather well I must say. Anyway the fight can start whenever. Fenriz is in trouble this night." Melanos sits himself in his cushioned seat and takes a long draw of some spirits.

Torgal steps to the balcony. "Ladies and Gentlemen and all things in between. Tonight for a second time you will witness the fanatical dwarf Ghrimm StonesEdge as he matches skill and strength against the barbarian fighter Fenriz the Wolf. Enjoy the mayhem and violence!" Torgal returns to his seat as the eastern gate begins to open.

The first to enter the arena is the tall man known as Fenriz. Adorned in his wolf skin tunic he proudly strides onto the sandy battlefield. His eyes circled in black he looks to the western gate and draws his two-handed sword, determined to defeat this foe.
As the second gate opens, a black figure darts from the entrance, double-bladed axe flashing in the light. The multi-colored mohawk streaming out behind him he races toward the one known as Fenriz. Fenriz raises his sword and slowly advances upon the dwarf. Ghrimm with less tact in mind bellows a challenge and raises his blade for a strike. Fenriz brings his blade around quickly, unfortunately he was a heart beat too slow as the dwarf comes inside the sword's reach and delivers a mighty blow. The crescent blade neatly severing muscle and bone as it digs deep into the ribcage of the Wolf. Fenriz spins as the dwarf passes bringing his sword around in a curving arc. Ghrimm ducks under the swing and answers back with a short chop only to have it deflected to the dirt by the return stroke of Fenriz's blade. Ghrimm steps back and again presses an attack. This time though his aim is off as he swings wide exposing his leading shoulder. Fenriz leaps upon the oppurtunity and drives an amazing blow deep into the shoulder of Ghrimm, threatening to end the fight as the warrior drops to the floor. Ghrimm stunned by the blow lashes out with a weak blow, managing to connect nonetheless. The Wolf bats away the offending blade and steps in to finish the dwarf off.

His face turns to surprise when he feels the sting of Ghrimm's blade deep into his left thigh. An artery severed, blood fountains into the face of Ghrimm. Ghrimm smiles evilly as he watches his opponent drop his blade and collapse while clutching at the vicious wound.

"Demons be damned that looks nasty. Better get it healed quickly before he loses too much blood." Torgal steps to the balcony and watches as Ghrimm steps from the field and the clerics rush in to tend Fenriz.