Melanos pours a mug of golden ale and then hands it over to his employer. "We have a match between Duingar and the newcomer Morak." Melanos takes his seat beside Torgal.

Torgal rises from his cushioned chair and crosses the floor over to the balcony. "Morak eh? He's that duergar isn't he? This ought to be a good match." Torgal addresses the crowd in a loud voice. "Ladies, gentlemen, young and old. Tonight we have a good match for you. We have yet another debut match. You will see the familiar face of Duingar as he battles the dark ways of his duergar opponent, Morak Blakfist. This will be a good match and I promise you only the best." The crowd goes crazy as Torgal turns from the balcony and returns to his seat. The crowd screams for blood as they have been without it now for a couple of days.

When the crowd begins to quiet a little the eastern gate opens up and from within its darkened reaches comes the sound of singing. The crowd goes wild as the familiar songs of the dwarf come filtering out. The dwarf bursts forth from the entrance and comes to a stop just inside the arena. Frothing at the mouth he prepares his two throwing axes. Luck hasn't been with his twin blades lately but the look on Duingar's face says that he is going to start changing that. The crowd cheers on their favorite dwarf as he quivers in anticipation and rage.

The Western gate begins to open and from its dark depths comes the dwarf known as Morak. His black splint mail absorbs the light and his dark features contrast sharply with the flaming red hair of Duingar. Duingar's eyes virtually leap from his head as his target enters the ring. Within seconds Duingar is racing across the field. The crowd doesn't have to wait long to see the fighting capabilities of this new competitor.

Duingar raises both axes high as Morak removes his shield from his back, preparing for the onslaught. Duingar releases both axes one travelling a little higher than the other does. Morak quickly brings his shield up to block the axes. The first embeds itself deep in the upraised shield. The second buries itself deep into Morak's right leg. Morak only grunts in annoyance as he hefts his battle-axe and prepares to butcher this bothersome dwarf. Duingar with battleaxe already in hand attempts to remove Morak's other leg with a quick low swing. Morak easily steps back out of range and brings his own axe screaming downward. Duingar, outstretched and exposed, takes the blade neatly between his shoulder blades. The gods saving him from paralysis. Duingar brings his own blade back up viciously, Morak again easily remaining inches beyond his reach. The two square off again. This time Morak steps in first, wielding his blade with devastating might, but Duingar deflects the blow and answers back with an onslaught of metal as both his hand axe and battle axe flash in front of Morak's face. Morak nearly falls as he scrambles back, away from the wall of metal.

The sound of Duingar's songs begin to reach excessive volume as he swells in size. His face contorting into a mask of pure rage. His teeth grind together and send shivers through the fans in the farthest corners. Morak doesn't give a second thought as he plants his battleaxe squarely into Duingar's inflated chest. A blow that moments ago would have surely killed him is only shrugged off as Duingar, in the midst of an overpowering rage, screams at Morak. "I will exterminate your kind, starting with you dark worm!!" In a flash of steel, Duingar's battleaxe streaks toward Morak taking the duergar in the left shoulder. Morak reels back from the blow and swings his blade in a wild arc. Duingar charges in under the arc and tries to end the match in a swift blow. Morak off-balance, still manages to duck under the crescent death. Backpedaling as fast as he can Morak tries to regain his balance and put some breathing room between him and Duingar. Duingar will have no such thing as he once again slams his blade down. The axe kicks up dirt as it plants itself at Morak's feet. Morak gives a small sneer as he brings his axe across at head level, hoping to catch Duingar off-guard. Duingar drops to his knees and with one hand still on the embedded battleaxe brings his hand axe around in a quick and vicious sweep. Morak's blade whistles harmlessly above Duingar's head as the hand axe bites deep into the duergar's hip, grinding against bone and spilling blood everywhere.

Morak's leg gives out and he crumbles to the floor. Duingar grins evilly as he stands over his fallen opponent, the anger slowly fading from his body. Duingar's eyes glaze over as his exhausted body gives out. Blood streaming from his back and chest. Both Dwarves lay spent in the middle of the arena.

"I think Duingar won, but not by much. Better gets those clerics down there and makes sure your security force is handy." Torgal downs his ale and reclines back, closing his eyes.