A camel steps out into the arena from the north, and a lucerne hammer from the south. Each of them has a dwarf attached at one place or another, and both appear eager for blood.
Without much of an audience, the combatants stand across from one another, awaiting the poorly blown horn that will sound the beginning of their bout.
At the sound of the horn the ugly dwarf astride an equally ugly camel pauses for a split second before screaming in thickly accented Common, "What kinda 'Go a' slat th'ere bugger!' was tha'n! No both'r. Have at ye!" he then proceeds to launch a projectile of thick spittle several yards in the general direction of his foe.
Bruno himself is a bow legged, smelly Dwarf with a crooked nose and a tendency to spit like a camel, which he rides into combat. Esmarelda isn't even a pretty camel. Her furr tends toward tufts and has a wiry texture. Bruno wears scale male and bristles with weapons including a long lance, a wicked looking pick, and several pilum.
A red-maned dwarf about as wide as he is tall stomps into the light of the arena… all decked out in furs, leather, and scale mail. In his spiked-guantleted right hand is a lucerne hammer and in his left is a small vial of liquid. A ridiculously large sword hangs diagonally across his back, and five chakrams round out his arsenal.
He stops, giving an appraising look across the sands, over the empty seats, and finally staring over at his fellow gladiator. As the opposing dwarf speaks, Rolg's features darken in confusion for a second, then he barks out a laugh in a voice as rough as a sandstorm.
"Minst de ga meg den ære av overfor en dverg! Men det er den styggeste hunden jeg noensinne har sett, venn!"
Without waiting for a response, he guzzles down the liquid… rapidly doubling in size as he levels his great-hafted hammer at his opponent with a devilish grin.
The horn blower, rushing to blow his instrument before Rolg downs his potion, makes a pathetic noise, but it nonetheless signifies...
Rolg explodes into action, rumbling across the arena sands like some berserking bull mastodon… trumpeting his wordless battle cry with every ground-eating step. As he closes in on his surprised foe, he swings his massive hammer with brutal abandon, attempting to bypass the mount in an effort to destroy its rider.
Bruno is taken off-guard by the huge distance the dwarf covers in a single charge. That surprise is his downfall as the great hammer smashes through his lance-arm and crushes his rib cage on that side.
Only the strong leather straps of his military style saddle keep him on his mount. Before he passes out, he has just enough time to look up and give his Dwarf brother a smile and a congratulatory thumbs up.
As his opponent drops from consciousness, Rolg loosens the hold on his rage. Letting the hammer settle on his shoulder, he ambles over to the skittish camel. He checks the girth straps to make sure the dwarf won't fall off, pulls the camel's head back around to the door through which it entered, and smacks it with a meaty hand on the rump... sending it trotting back into the darkness.
No one's even watching, he thinks as he makes his way back to his own arena door.
There is a some applause from the few people in the stands, as the huge dwarf charges the mounted one. They haven't seen that one before, and the spray of blood causes them to cheer.
The hornblower sounds an off-key victory note, as Rolg heads back through his door, which magically resizes to admit his enhanced girth.