His competitor emerged from the opposite end. King Kopper's lineage 
derived from the snow dwarves, and it was readily apparent from the frosty 
white hair and beard, the blue eyes that sparkled like stars on a
clear, crisp night.  In a display of ostentatious wealth, the dwarven king 
wore adamantium armor even finer than that of his gigantic opponent across 
the field.  His beard was decorated with a wealth of
rubies.  In his hands was a battle axe of obvious enchantment, it's 
double-edged blade glowing an arctic blue.  At his waist was scabbarded a 
sword, and across his back was a bow for dealing with cowards who
wouldn't fight fair, toe to toe.  About his head hung one floating, magic 
stone.

    At a shouted start of "Begin!" from the announcer, both men seemed to 
act.  King Kopper was about to rush towards his opponent, but hadn't gotten 
more than a half-dozen steps before his opponent obliged him
greatly by appearing right next to him.  Even though the dwarven king looked 
a child next to his towering, twenty foot tall opponent, his courage never 
faltered for an instant.  But before he could turn back and close to within 
battleaxe range with his foe, the wicked maul swung forth.
    Ready as ever, his opponent having shown how quick he could be by 
teleporting across the Arena, King Kopper ducked nearly flat to avoid the 
instrunment of destruction.  He swung his great axe to cut off one of his 
opponent's legs, preparing even at the same time to reverse his swing and 
cut off the second too.  But to his surprise and upset, his devastating 
blows were answered with two bright flashes as each axe would have struck 
home.  A common trick, but frustrating all the same, it protected the bearer 
from harm from weapons for a time.  But repeated blows wore it down.

    However, the dwarven king had no such enchanted protective spell.  The 
massive maul came down on the dwarf like the retribution of the gods, 
hitting again and again.  The dwarf stumbled backwards out of the
way of the punishing instrument, but not before his fine armor was badly 
dented.  Shaken but not stunned, the dwarf turned his axeblade on side 
towards his opponent and spoke a dwarven word of power.  From the
broadside of the axeblade sprung a blue light, catching Beast in the chest 
and slowing him for a moment.  Hard, clear ice clung to Beast's armor where 
the blue beam hit.

    Lunging ahead, Beast swung his mighty mallet again and again, the cagey 
dwarf ducking as best he could.  Still, Beast's weapon, the head probably 
larger than some dwarves, did hurtful damage to the dwarf.  But then the 
floating stone about the dwarf flared with sudden brilliance, and the dwarf 
in the next moment appeared to be uninjured, and ready to spill half-giant 
blood.

    Beast tried to connect with the huge maul once again but swung too high. 
  Then the dwarf's axeblade flashed blue once again, and Beast staggered 
back a step at the frigid magical assault.  Once again, more
of Beast's armor seemed coated in ice.

    This set the giant fighter into a frenzy.  Clearly he wanted to finish 
his dwarven opponent before dwarven trickery defeated the magics Beast could 
call upon.  Swinging the titanic maul of death over and over, Beast 
inflicted unrelenting punishment on the dwarven king.  And in doing so, 
Beast began to move easier with each blow that found it's mark, as though 
each blow helped him shrug off the snow dwarf's cold rays.

    The dwarf started to swing his great axe in answer to Beast's attack, 
clearly limited or unwilling to use the cold beam yet again.  But while the 
dwarves' axe blows met with brilliant flashes of light, Beast's mighty maul 
rang off the dwarves' fine armor over and over.  In moments it was over as 
the dwarf slumped lifeless before his conqueror, axeblade slipping through 
his fingers to fall to the Arena floor.  Stepping over his opponent with 
contempt, Beast headed for the exit, while his fans reveled in the stands at 
his victory.