Morgash groaned and waked in his cell, he touched his head and tried clear his toughts.<br/><br/><em>Damn, that dwarven ale sure had a kick. Did I end up bar fight again?</em><br/><br/>He looks to his surroundings and soon some cruel staring fatso comes explain things to him. Morgash growls and speaks; "Fine, but I tell you I dont like this so I am pissed mood. What comes to weapons I take pair of sai's, nunchaku and small pouch full of shurikens. Nothing else."<br/><br/>After armed for battle Morgash steps towards the ring to face his first opponent. He is over six feet tall over three hundreth pounds of dark brown skin covered hard trained muscle. He have sslightly pointed ears but he was not elf by long shot. He was brutal looking hobgoblin with smooth black hair tied behind his head in braid, weared soft black leather pants, boots and vest. His yellow topaz eyes squinted the area around him, studying it and his both hands were covered by tattoo; Which plainly said painted his both fists like they were covered in black flames. His weapons hanged from his plain wide leather belt which worked now as weapon belt and had skull shaped iron buckle in front.