"Ah ya pansy! Ish that all ya got?" The yell could easily be heard over all the festivities from a well lit corner of the hall. It came from a tall and strong looking man with a broken nose. To an outside looker it might have seemed like there was a very serious and brutal fight going on - judging by a large pile of coins on a tray there was some kind of a bet going on. Ygor Kardov held his own well against one of the great Hamhearts men - a giant of a fellow with arms that could probably shatter stone blocks with ease. The Kardovian received another punch to the gut and this time actually reeled backwards. The fingers of his right, gloved hand twitched slightly.

The two had been having their little match for nearly half an hour now, exchanging punches, grappling and even doing a few cross counters. For the moment the mountain human seemed to be having a bit of an edge over his shorter opponent. They went for another brawler lock as Ygor tried to come up with a way to win. He saw a little opening, struggled out of their little lock, wrapped his arms around the mountain man's waist and lifted him off the ground. "Persn'lly I think it'sh about time to end thish." The Kardovian muttered as he slammed the other man back first to the stone floor. As Ygor straightened up he pulled the heavy glove from his right hand and pulled his hand back while waiting for his opponent to get to his feet.

The mountain man gritted his teeth, he wasn't going to lose to a kardovian that easily. He clambered to his feet and charged at Ygor. Mid charge steel fingers took a firm hold of his throat. He managed to yank himself free and gave the kardovian a punch to the side followed by a heaving uppercut to the jaw that again sent Ygor reeling.

Several punches followed that forced kardovian to drop on one knee. Despite the pain Ygor was smiling - it was a rather unnerving smile to tell the truth and some of the onlookers who had seen him fight before knew what would happen next, the mountain man on the other hand had no idea what hit him.

What followed was a shoulder tackle and several rather viscous punches to the mountain man's upper body. He barely managed to shove the kardovian off of himself and clambered to his feet. He shook his head and turned again to face his opponent - only to walk right in to the steel hand again. This time there was no time to react as the mountain man was lifted from the floor by his throat and brought back first to the floor. The last thing he remembered about that night was the kardovian's iron fist crashing towards his face.

Ygor smirked as he straightened up. He knew full well that even a man of that size wouldn't get up after an assault like that. "Would shome of ya ladsh be nice enough to ch..ch... check if tha fellow'sh still breathin?" He picked up his leather glove and very casually pulled it over his right hand. Then he took the nearest tankard from a table and chugged it down like ale was going out of fashion. "Sho, I get a quarther of th' money, right? On shecond thought give it to the other guy. He deshervesh it." Ygor grinned and spat on the floor as he took a deep breath and again yelled over the sounds of feasting. "Anyone else want a go?"