"Did you want me to 'ask' the honorable Abbot Colin Cedric to stay?" Melanos inquires of his superior.

"No, if he wants to stay he will. If he wants to leave he'll do that also. But enough chat, we have a match to introduce. Did you want the honor?" Torgal waves Melanos towards the balcony while he puts his arm around the beautiful sitting to his left.

"No thanks ser, you can do it yourself. Plus is gives the lady a break from your roaming hands." Melanos grins at Torgal and flashes a smile and a wink at the young lady. Torgal reluctantly gets up out of his seat and approaches the balcony as he has done several times already.

The crowd gathered before him is quite unique this time around. Mostly composed of fans for the two fighters who are about to meet. On one side, concentrated around the eastern gate are the fans of the elf Valorien. Across from them are the rowdy fans of the dwarf Duingar. Torgal looks back over his shoulder at Melanos, "Make sure your security is ready to deal with the fans, things could get crazy depending on how this fight goes."

"Will do ser," Melanos leaps from his seat and begins the descent down the stairs to mobilize his security team.

Torgal turns back to the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight you are going to see a rematch between the two fighters that started it all." The crowd erupts into cheers for their respective heroes. "A rematch between Valorien BloodSteel and the dwarf Duingar of Clan Hammerhand. Will the outcome be the same or will we witness something different? Let's not wait a moment sooner. Gatekeepers! Bring them in." Torgal returns to his seat and the waiting arms of his lovely companion.

The eastern gate opens wide and the drow Valorien enters to the screams and cries of his fans. Beginning his normal ritual he discards his cumbersome cloak, allowing it to drift to the sandy floor behind him. Driving each blade into the ground he prepares his bow to deliver swift death to the dwarf.

The western gate opens and the sounds of singing can be heard coming from its depths. This time however singing accompanies him from the crowd as well, creating a cacophony of horrid off cue sounds that threaten to feeblemind everyone. Amidst this wailing comes the figure known as Duingar. Both axes held high he races across the floor kicking up sand. Valorien releases an arrow as soon as he enters the arena. The arrow flies true and embeds itself in the abdomen of the dwarf. Duingar only runs faster. Valorien draws another arrow and just before he can release, the string snaps, whipping him across the face and drawing a thin line of blood. Valorien discards the useless bow. Duingar closes in rapidly and prepares his axes for the throw. Letting them fly at the same time that Valorien takes to the air in his trademark move. Grabbing both hilts he lands on his feet. The axes narrowly miss his nimble form as he twists sideways and allows the axes to pass. Before the dwarf can pull up short, Valorien flicks out two strikes against him. Duingar drops under the two blades and pulls his battleaxe and hand axe free, swinging the battleaxe at Valorien's feet all in one fluid movement. Valorien leaps up over the swinging blade and uses his downward momentum to deliver a slight wound on the shoulder of Duingar. Duingar answers with a chop from his axe only to find Valorien has stepped out of range.

Duingar begins to froth at the mouth as the blood rushes to his face. Singing at the top of his lungs he advances on the elf, even as his eyes bulge from their sockets and his mouth twists into a sneer of hate. Valorien attempts too quickly end the fight with a direct thrust to Duingar's face. Duingar bats the strike aside with his hand axe and pulls back for a mighty swing with his battleaxe. Bringing the crescent blade around with deadly speed and force, Valorien attempts to intercept the wicked axe with his blade. Unable to move fast enough, Valorien feels the sting as the axe blade as it hits. The cavern goes blurry for a second before a wave of red clouds his vision. The axe bites deep, entering at his shoulder and stopping at his waist. Valorien drops in a fountain of blood and flesh as Duingar continues to scream his song.

The crowd around the western gate goes ballistic. Valorien's fans scream for blood as they charge through the stands to meet the dwarf's fans. The stands are flooded in an instant with security to quell the small riot.