“This may be your final day in these pits, and tonight you may rest or revel as true orcs. Fight hard, and show us what it is to be proven!"

With that, the old master dropped his arms and the fight began.

The Berserkers wasted no time at all in launching their charge, and it seemed like the ground shook beneath their heavy footfalls. Rolk let out a roar of impending doom, and Gregory quickly signalled for his pack to form up just as they'd practiced.

It only took a few moments for him to once again take the centre of the line, this time flanked on either side by Nullik and Frelki. On the left next to Nullik there was Frun and ULf, whilst on the right beside

Frelki Wrut and Ulla awaited the signal to attack.

“Alright, let's do this!" Gregory yelled, and The Runts began their own charge.

From the stands, Janette felt her heart sink down into her stomach as she saw what happened next. The Runts formed a wedge formation again, with Gregory pushing outward at the tip of the arrowhead and moving directly upon Rolk. It looked damn-near suicidal, and it appeared that he was attempting a very similar idea to what he'd tried out against the Blood Snakes. Sacrificing himself so that his pack could capitalise on the distraction. She made a strangled Little squeak in the back of her throat and pushed her fingertips into her cheeks in a solid attempt not to cover her eyes at the inevitable massacre she was about to witness.

The Berserkers were equally encouraged by the weakness of their enemies' formation, and the two orcs beside Rolk began to push in their charge toward the centre where the weakest of their opponents were concentrated. The action required the rest of the Berserkers to close up their ranks to maintain the impact of the charge. Finally, they connected with a heavy clash of their weapons.

Janette almost asphyxiated herself, as breathing seemed far too ordinary a thing for such a moment. So when Gregory, Nullik and Frelki jumped backward at the Last moment, she let out a triumphant scream and found herself gasping as she arose to her feet with the rest of the crowd.

The timing of the feint was perfectly done, and Rolk and his two compatriots in the centre were immediately thrown off balance. On the flanks, Frun and Wrut had halted their charge and instead assumed a brace position with their weapons to halt their own opponents in their tracks. On the outer wings of the battle, ULf and Ulla pushed forward and smashed openly into their enemies in the classic orc fashion. It only served to stun them for a moment before they each began aggressively pushing forwards with a flurry of blows. They soon shifted their positions to begin pushing their enemy inward.

The open crescent that The Runts had bent back into seemed to absorb the impact of the Berserker's charge completely. A roar of approval went through the crowd, both at the underdogs’ cleverness and at the actual fight commencing.

With their best fighters in Ulla and Ulf pushing in from the flanks, and Wrut and Frun doing what they did best in being seemingly immovable objects, The Berserkers began to find themselves with a good deal less room to manoeuvre. They pushed back into the centre inch by inch.

Gregory, Frelki and Nullik redoubled their efforts and their line did not break apart.

Though it was without a doubt the fight of his damn life, as to fight alongside Frelki and Nullik was to fight with Frelki and Nullik. That meant adopting their lightning fast style and turning the lethal partnership into a terrible trio. The Berserkers wanted to isolate them into individual duels, but they each shifted opponents constantly, leaving the enemy orcs with no idea where the next attack would be coming from. Though they didn't do much damage to Rolk and his two best fighters, they did successfully hold them back to give their friends time to spring the trap.

As Ulla and Ulf continued to push their opponents into the centre, the tight confines began to infringe upon the duels that both Frun and Wrut were having. It allowed Ulla and ULf to take even more ground, and ULf and Wrut began to help the push with their support. Within minutes The

Berserkers found themselves completely surrounded on all sides.

It was only when one of his pack mates banged into the back of him that

Rolk realised just how truly screwed he was. Gregory, Frelki, and

Nullik had been so distracting that he hadn't realised just how much ground his pack was losing. It wasn't long after that when NulLik broke from the defensive and delivered a thundering thrust with his sticks into the soft spot beneath a Berserker's jaw, and the first downfall of the match was taken. The second and third followed soon after as Ulla and ULf both downed their own struggling opponents. They then pressed in further to maintain the pressure and keep squeezing their enemy up against each other.

Rolk actually brained his own pack mate when he let out a defiant roar and swung back his club before taking aim at Gregory. Spinning off to his left to partly dodge the blow, the human raised his shield at the last moment using his momentum to deflect the heavy attack. The effort left his entire left arm ringing, but if there was any pain then it was quickly suppressed by the rush of adrenaline he'd been riding on since they had first charged. What's more, the attack had overextended Rolk quite a bit and as his pack mates fell around him, he quickly found