"Ah, yet another glorious fight, and my headache is finally gone. Things definitely seem to be improving in my realm. So Melanos, I believe the next fight is between my personal favorite, Ghrimm, and the drow Valorien. This will be good; the drow is the only one to have beaten a dwarf besides the dwarves. Ooh I can see the carnage now." Torgal rubs his hands in excitement. Melanos just looks over at him and then goes back to his drink. Torgal rises and proceed to the railing to begin announcing the fight to the eager crowd.

"Greetings fellow enthusiasts. Our mutual interest has once again brought us to my fine establishment. Tonight we will all be blessed with two of the most dangerous opponents currently registered in the arena. We have the dwarf that everyone loves to hate, Ghrimm StonesEdge." The crowd erupts into boos and cheers. "His opponent, the drow Valorien. The only non-dwarf competitor ever to beat one of the dwarves. Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you a good fight." Torgal gives a short bow to the crowd and then returns to his cushioned chair.

A wild and raucous singing can be heard behind the eastern gate indicating the arrival of the dwarf Ghrimm. The sounds of crashes and things smashing can also be heard as the dwarf preps himself for the upcoming fight. The gatekeepers look to the arena master's booth as if unsure that they should let him out. With a nod from the small gnome, the two gatekeepers swing the doors open wide. Ghrimm bursts forth from the shadows his multi-colored hair stiffened into a mohawk. He pauses just inside the arena and looks around, obviously not impressed with the fact that the elf is not yet present. Tapping his foot impatiently and singing the whole time, Ghrimm waits.

The western gate slowly opens and all wait expectantly for the dark figure of Valorien to enter the arena. Ghrimm, barely able to control himself, shakes as he holds in his rage. Valorien calmly struts from within the gates his bow already drawn and leveled at the dwarf. "Ready to have your insides ripped out drow!" Ghrimm wastes no time in charging across the floor. Pulling one of his warhammers free of his belt he raises it high into the air only to have an arrow slam into his chest. Ghrimm grits his teeth as another arrow flies past his ear. With the barrage of arrows subsiding and the range decreased, Ghrimm releases his warhammer with a grunt. The heavy head turns over and over as it sailed toward its target. At the last moment Valorien ducks and the hammer sails past crashing into the stone wall surrounding the arena. Bits of stone and dust fly through the air. Ghrimm continues to charge and drops his shoulder ready to help Valorien become a part of the wall. Valorien raises his hands and Ghrimm mistakenly thinks he is trying to ward him off. The next thing Ghrimm sees is blackness before he connects with the wall, Valorien having moved aside. Ghrimm shakes his head and the blackness remains. Grabbing his battleaxe from his back he madly slashes a wide sweeping arc around him. "This darkness isn't going to save your hide. I'll send you to a whole new world of darkness you filth ridden kobold licker!" Ghrimm lashes out again. The sounds of intensified singing and grinding teeth (how they can be done at the same time I don't understand) carry forth from the center of the globe of darkness. The globe begins to move erratically and inside Ghrimm loses all control of his rage and begins to contort into a violent image of anger and death. Fortunately no one can see it.

Valorien, now carefully out of the dwarf's reach, sends two arrows into the midst of the globe. Curses can be heard and the crowd only guesses that the arrows connected. "I'll rip your eyes from your skull and send them up your ass you miserable piece of feces." The globe of darkness immediately turns and charges the direction of the arrows. Valorien not quite far enough away is sent scrambling out of the way of the fast moving Ghrimm. Valorien rolls out to the side and comes up, his back to the wall, bow drawn, and sends two more arrows into the globe. The globe only changes direction and comes straight at Valorien. Valorien, with nowhere to go, waits for a second and then vaults over the dwarf. An immense crash is heard as the dwarf collides with the wall. "I felt you brush me elf, next time I won't miss your carcass." Ghrimm taunts as he immediately spins and drives toward Valorien's back. Valorien quicker than the crowd registers, rolls to the side and when he comes up sends two more arrows into the globe. The globe ceases to move.

Valorien waits several moments before dropping the darkness with a wave of his hand. The dwarf's body lies face down with several broken arrow shafts protruding from his body. Valorien walks toward the body and the crowd closest can hear him murmur something about… feet?