The eastern gate opens up and a small half-elf steps from its shadows. Adorned in simple robes with a warhammer at his side he slowly proceeds to his starting spot. He calmly glances towards the crowd and nods. Many in the crowd can be heard wishing him well, of course many are also wishing him a painful maiming with a slow agonizing death. He calmly brings his eyes to rest on the opposite gate, from which he knows his opponent will burst forth from. The sounds of singing can already be heard.

Thumping from the other side of the gate can be heard and this time the gatekeepers are more prepared as they fling the gates wide and quickly step back. Ghrimm, outfitted in black, streaks toward his victim, a warhammer held high above his head. The Abbot calmly watches his approach. Raising his hand he points a finger in Ghrimm's direction. "What are you going to do?! Stab me with that, I'll ram that up your ass!" Ghrimm yells the insult as he pulls his arm back to throw his warhammer. Colin speaks a single word softly and only those close can hear the word "fall". Ghrimm's feet come flying up from under him and his warhammer goes sailing into the dirt as he collides hard with the floor. "You're going to eat your finger." He mouths as he spits dirt from his mouth.

The Abbot pulls free his warhammer and moves to strike the dwarf. As the hammer comes down Ghrimm quickly rolls to the side only to have the warhammer crash next to his head. Quickly coming to his feet he draws his axe and readies himself for the Abbot's impending attack. The Abbot doesn't let him down as he brings his warhammer around in a full swing. Ghrimm quickly brings his axe up and the Abbot's weapon crashes upon the hilt, jarring it from his grasp. Ghrimm shoves the cleric back and with the distance swings his axe for all he's got. The cleric only raises his arms to fend off the blow that digs deep into his midsection. "How's that taste you filthy goblin sac?" Ghrimm yells as the cleric scrambles back clutching his abdomen and scrounging for his morning star. Ghrimm begins to sing louder as the blood pumps through his body. His face swells up and the veins on his forehead throb from the increased blood flow. Eyes bulging from his head he begins to rage. The cleric steps back several steps as he witnesses the terrifying transformation. The Abbot takes a quick swing at the monstrosity before him only to have it come short. Ghrimm glares at the cleric and dives toward him, his battleaxe held high. The first strikes misses by a hair as the half-elf scrambles to the side but the dwarf follow up swing connects hard, embedding itself halfway into the clerics chest. The cleric would have dropped to the ground if Ghrimm wasn't holding him up on the blade of his axe. "Now… about that finger."