"Its been a long day," Torgal slumps down into his cushioned chair. He reaches for the decanter of wine sitting on the table to his left. "I don't think even this will help," he muses as he pours himself a glass of the fine red wine. He empties his glass and pours another before turning to the young cleric seated next to him on the other side of the table. "You look rather charming today. Could I interest you in a glass of wine before the battle or would you rather some chilled redberry?"

"No thank you sire. I only came to check on your wound before the next fight began. I must say that it is healing much quicker than I would have expected. It should be fine in less than a week. Rather amazing actually. But I must be off, I have pressing business at the church." Mistress Sharanyl slowly rises out of her chair and heads toward the newly installed back entrance. She turns and looks over her shoulder at Torgal, "I will come by and check on your wound later tonight." Her eyes twinkle with mischief before she steps out the door and into the guarded hallway.

"What a stunning lady she is." Torgal thinks to himself. After finishing his second glass of wine the arena master lifts himself out of his chair and heads to the balcony. The plush carpet beginning to show signs of wear. Torgal scans the crowd and notices an increase in the number of dwarves. No wonder as the next fight is between two of them, two very dangerous ones at that. "Ladies and Gentlemen, as you already know tonight's fight is a rematch between two of the arena's most dangerous combatants. They are both unstable and both vicious fighters. Ghrimm StonesEdge, our very own headache, and Duingar of Clan Hammerhand. These two are going to give you a show you probably won't forget. So let us begin this fight and watch the carnage that we have come to love." Torgal raises his hands to the crowd and smiles as his adoring fans scream for blood. He laughs slightly knowing that even though many of those screams are for the fighters, in essence they are for him, the creator of this madness.

For the first time in arena history both gates open simultaneously. The two dwarves, already psyching themselves up in the entranceway, come screaming forth into the ring. Ghrimm in his black armor with polished shoulder spikes, charges headlong towards the equally speeding Duingar. Duingar, with his red hair flying out behind him, raises his two axes high above his head with his muscles tensing for the release. Ghrimm rips his warhammer through the air at the exact moment that Duingar releases his own twin blades. Steel twirls end over end as the two dwarves continue their race towards each other. Duingar's axes strike first and hard as both of the blades bite into Ghrimm. One connecting hard with Ghrimm's shoulder and the second much lower, biting deep into his right thigh. Ghrimm's warhammer sails harmlessly over Duingar's head. Both combatants pull their blades moments before impact. Ghrimm swings first putting a lot of effort into the move. His shoulder drops as his axe cuts toward Duingar's head in an upward motion. Duingar twists under the move and brings his battleaxe around, his hand axe whistling in from the other side. Ghrimm manages to pull his head back to avoid the blow but can do nothing for the hand axe that embeds itself in his right thigh, opening the wound already there and covering Duingar and the sandy floor in blood.

"Your momma could do better, goblin trash!" Ghrimm screams the insult and comes in fast at Duingar. The red haired dwarf brings up his hand axe to deflect the blow only to have it knocked from his hand and sent sailing into the dirt from the force of Ghrimm's swing. Ghrimm smiles maliciously and brings another vicious chop in. Duingar, grabbing his battleaxe in both hands brings it up to block the blow. Ghrimm connects with a loud bang as the two metal blades ring with the impact. In a move of pure evil Ghrimm twist his blade and slides it along Duingar's axe shaft. Duingar starts in pain and releases his blade, one finger falling to the dirt with it. "Where's ye weapons? Did ye lose them?"

A frightening sight begins in the arena below. Both Ghrimm and Duingar begin shaking with rage. Duingar snaps first as he begins to swell, adrenaline and blood coursing through his system. Eyes bulging from his head, spittle begins to fly from his mouth. Ghrimm passes through an equally horrid stage as he strains the buckles on his armor as his body inflates. His teeth threaten to break as he grinds them with enough force to chew iron. The two fighter's stare at each other only for a moment before they leap into action. Ghrimm brings his blade around at the unarmed dwarf as Duingar dives straight at him. Ghrimm's blade connects solidly with Duingar's side and it tears through armor and flesh, bringing forth blood. Duingar pays no head as he grabs his opponents arms. Ghrimm struggles to free himself and he plants a foot in Duingar's groin and shoves him back. "So ye want to play that way eh? I'll break you apart with my hands if you want." Ghrimm tosses his batte-axe into the dirt and advances toward Duingar, his eyes flashing pure death.

Duingar grins, "Ah so we get to play until I rip out your spine and wear it as a tie" Duingar lunges towards Ghrimm and the two meet in a desperate struggle. Arms and legs twist as one looks for the upper hand. Finally Duingar wins and twists Ghrimm's arm behind his back, holding his arm with one hand and grabbing the front of his opponent's armor with the other. Ghrimm struggles but can't seem to work himself free as Duingar applies more pressure to his arm. Ghrimm's face contorts in anger as joints and bones begin to pop in his arm. Ghrimm reaches up behind his head with his free hand and drags the back of his glove across Duingar's exposed face. Flesh rips and blood sprays the back of Ghrimm's head as the small barbs and spikes on Ghrimm's 'facerippers' do their job. Duingar in a scream of fury lifts Ghrimm off the ground and then with a twist of his body throws him to the ground hard. Ghrimm uses this chance to roll free of Duingar's grasp.

The two dwarves square off again. Ghrimm moves as if to grab Duingar but brings up his knee spike into the dwarf's midsection. Duingar manages to twist away from the attack but fails to grab Ghrimm. The two opponents leer at each other before the once again tear into each other. A quick struggle once again leaves Ghrimm in an uncomfortable position with his head locked under Duingar's arm. "I see you've had plenty of practice… must be from keeping your… goblin mate from getting away!" Ghrimm grunts through the choke hold on his neck. Duingar lifts upward applying an immense amount of pressure to Ghrimm's neck. Skin begins to tear as Ghrimm tenses his neck muscles. With quick movement Ghrimm plants his fist into Duingar's stomach several times. Duingar moves to get a better hold only to have Ghrimm shove him back and away. Duingar doesn't miss a breath as he once again comes at Ghrimm. The mohawked dwarf brings his knee spike up again but this time he buries it deep into Duingar's midsection. Duingar pivots off the spike and seems to ignore the wound as he again comes rushing at Ghrimm. Duingar flexes his arm muscle and a blade springs forth from his elbow just before he swings his bent arm around at Ghrimm. Ghrimm grabs his arm and uses Duingar's momentum to bring his knee spike back up into Duingar's already open stomach. This time Duingar is the lucky one as he uses every muscle in his body to resist the attack and instead he reverses the grab and swings Ghrimm off balance and away from him.

"You are starting to irritate me boy. Why don't we finish this so you can go home to your momma and her goblin brood" Ghrimm taunts Duingar and the words have their effect as the crazed dwarf charges him. Ghrimm grabs the remaining warhammer from his belt and swings it hard at Duingar's head. The heavy metal head connects with a crack and splits Duingar's skull open, Flesh, blood and bone chips cover the arena floor, as Duingar continues to come at Ghrimm. People in the crowd gasp as the dwarf continues to fight, let alone stand after such a telling blow. Pure rage keeps Duingar going now. Duingar flashes yet another elbow spike at Ghrimm but his opponent goes under the spike and brings his warhammer around again, this time crushing Duingar's kneecap. Duingar's leg buckles, but as he goes down he grabs Ghrimm and drags him down to. The two dwarves struggle on the arena floor for a moment until Ghrimm seizes Duingar in a headlock. Grabbing the head wound, Ghrimm applies heavy pressure to the neck. Duingar attempts to resist but the head wound and broken kneecap have taken their toll. Ghrimm, singing loudly, gives a final twist. Bone crunches as Duingar's spine snaps. Ghrimm screams in victory before he begins to lose consciousness. "Let this be an example for all who dare oppose me! You are dirt and I will crush you into what you are!!!"