Torgal finally comes up the stairs to his booth, out of breath. "I tell you this Ghrimm is starting to give me a headache. Melanos, see about making arrangements for a new room, a special room in an out of the way place. I think Ghrimm could be moving soon if his current line of behavior doesn't soon settle down. But enough about Ghrimm. We have a fight today between Valorien and Duingar don't we? This would be the third time these two have fought each other and I guess it also means that we finally see which of them is the better." Torgal pours himself a glass of wine and offers the bottle to Melanos.

"Bah! You know I hate that stuff. I'll just stick to my fine ale thank you very much. And I'll get right on the new accommodations for Ghrimm." Melanos grabs a tankard and fills it from the small keg under the table.

Torgal rises from his chair and steps toward the balcony. "Ladies and gentlemen," he begins, "Today we have a third rematch between two common fighters. You all know them by name and they need no introduction. We will finally see who is the better fighter as Duingar of Clan Hammerhand meets Valorien BloodSteel." The crowd erupts into cheers as they hear the names. They have come to expect good fights from these two. "I won't delay any further. May the best and most entertaining warrior win!" The crowd once again breaks into cheer, cheer that awaits the entering fighters.

The eastern gate opens wide and Valorien strides into the ring. His normal routine of casting off his cloak and driving his blades into the ground now long forgotten. He has found a new purpose, and that is to honor the spider queen Lloth. Valorien draws his bow and waits patiently for the dwarf whom he knows will tear forth from the western gate at any moment. Duingar doesn't let him down.

The western gate opens to the sound of singing and as soon as the opening is wide enough, Duingar tears forth from the entrance, his twin axes held high. Valorien doesn't hesitate a second as he sends his first arrow flying. The aim is true as it hits Duingar dead center in the middle of his chest. A small trickle of blood streams down his chest but he doesn't falter for a moment as he sends both axes sailing into the air. For the first time since he entered the arena, both of his axes make their mark. With crippling force, the twin blades embed themselves deep into Valorien's chest. Valorien staggers back from the blow, a small flow of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. Valorien labors for a breath as small bubbles form in the chest wound, an obvious indication that his lungs were damaged. With obvious pain and effort Valorien attempts to release his second arrow which only flies harmlessly into the dirt.

Valorien musters his breath and begins to raise his arms while muttering some incantation. Duingar, seeing this, hurries his attack and swings his battle-axe with blinding speed. His blade bites deep the same time as darkness descends upon him. Duingar can feel his blade rip through flesh and bone but he cannot see what he has wrought. Valorien enters a darkness of a completely different kind. The darkness around Duingar passes as soon as it begins.

"That has got to be the fastest fight yet." Torgal takes his second sip of wine before rising to leave.