The Dirty Melee:

Between the persistent liquid death encapsulating the already encapsulated dwarf, the taunts of the apparently heartless crowd, and the opportunistic attacks of Doroga and Ryn, the dwarf is essentially a write-off. He sputters a few last curses before lying stationary and waving for the priest of Helm, who jogs over to the fallen combatant (a grin cracking his hard face, for even he cannot deny the humour of the dwarf's plight) and begins to set out the last of the remaining cinders and prepare his curative spells.

Meanwhile, closer to the center of the ring, the two humans face each other down. Doroga opens with another trip maneuver, only just avoided by the canny Ryn, who attempts to knock the pole-arm out of his opponents hands. The maneuver is avoided, and Ryn follows through with a devastating blow from his greatsword, causing a gruesome red smile to purse its lips across the collarbone of the taxidermist's son.

It is Doroga's initiative.