Torgal steps into his private booth and looks around. Melanos is nowhere to be seen but the lovely Mistress Sharanyl is quietly seated in the chair next to Torgal's. Torgal quietly steps toward the beautiful lady and ever so gently places his hands upon her shoulders. She gives a small start before leaning her head up and gazing into his eyes. "Good evening my fair lady, I am glad you could join me tonight, even though you don't like such displays of aggression. Can I offer you some wine or redberry?" Torgal extends his arm towards the small bar against the wall.

"I must politely decline the wine but I would be delighted to have some of the redberry. You always seem to have the best stock in the city." She lightly touches Torgal's hand before he heads to the bar and pours a goblet of redberry and a glass of dry red wine for himself. The red liquid reminds Torgal of the carnage about to ensue down below. For the first time he almost regrets that he began such a horrid exhibition, then a smile comes to his face. The cleric is having some unseen effects on his mind. Torgal shakes his head before turning back to the lady who has been invading his thoughts more and more lately. Torgal takes a few steps toward the table between the chairs and places the goblets down.

"If you will excuse me for only a moment I will introduce the fight. Then we can enjoy each others company." Torgal strides toward the railing and looks out at the assembled crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight you will witness the valiant Fenriz the Wolf as he tries to stop the phenomenon known as Ghrimm. He has his hands full and I am sure it will be a wonderful display of violence to appease your appetites." Torgal sweeps his arm towards the eastern gate. "And now let the battle begin!" The crowd as always erupts into cheer. Torgal quickly turns and heads back to the waiting cleric.

From within the darkness of the eastern gate strides forth the massive form of Fenriz. With his black paint around his eyes and his wolf skin tunic, he looks every bit as vicious as the wolf. Fenriz stops just outside the gate and takes several deep breaths of the stale cavern air. He fixes his canine gaze at the opposite gate and waits for his victim to appear a mask of calm already on his face.

The western gate opens but the crowd looks around as there is no singing coming from within. The singing that usually foretells the coming of Ghrimm. A buzz rips through the crowd as people begin to mutter. Slowly a singing begins to build and all eyes turn towards the gate. The singing increases in volume till it is echoing throughout the underground cavern. People begin to look around, their eyes darting here and there as no one can seem to pinpoint the source of the singing. Even Fenriz begins to look around, his mask of calm still in place.

A body hurtles itself out of the stands and plummets toward Fenriz. Fenriz turns to see the multi-colored haired dwarf sailing towards him and his mask of calm breaks as shock replaces it. The dwarf screaming out his song collides with Fenriz and both go down hard into the dirt, the sound of ribs cracking burst forth from Fenriz. Fenriz recovers quickly from the impact and manages to force Ghrimm off him and stagger to his feet. Ghrimm still in the dirt reaches for Fenriz's legs and tries to bring the giant man down again. Fenriz, with his sword in one hand, grabs the Ghrimm with his free hand and sends him sailing through the air. Ghrimm impacts with the sandy floor hard and rolls a couple more feet before coming to rest against the wall. "Ohh, so you want to play that way?" Ghrimm gets to his feet, sand dropping from his armor.

Fenriz steps in with his sword, flashing a metal arc in front of Ghrimm's face. Ghrimm's eyes begin to bulge as the tell tale signs of his battlerage begin to manifest themselves. His face flushes as blood rushes into his veins and his eyes are seemingly forced from his skull. Spittle begins to drip from his mouth as he grinds his teeth in anger. With a blinding move, Ghrimm launches his knee up into Fenriz's groin and drives his spike deep into flesh. Fenriz doubles over in pain and staggers back a couple of steps. Ghrimm launches another attack but this time Fenriz is quicker as he brings his blade up and smoothly cuts a wide gash up Ghrimm's torso. Blood spews forth and coats both fighters. Ghrimm is slowed down by the attack and he misses with a swipe of his elbow spike. Fenriz once again delivers a mighty cut, this time nearly severing Ghrimm's legs, slicing through, flesh and muscle and breaking the bone. But Ghrimm, doesn't seem to stop as he draws his mighty double-handed axe from his back. "I see you want to use the big boys. Let me introduce you to mine."

With a single fluid motion, Ghrimm rips the blade from his back and brings it down on Fenriz, slicing his gut wide open and spilling his entrails out upon the arena floor. Fenriz quickly drops his blade and puts his hands to the wound. Trying all that he can to hold his body together. Ghrimm kicks him down into the dirt. As the light in Fenriz's eyes goes out, Ghrimm noticeably weakens and begins to stagger towards the gate before he finally collapses in the dirt.