Karnage now faced the troll in the arena of flames. Fire ate away at his armor and flesh, but it also was damaging the troll as well. The troll's armor was made of basic iron, and melted as soon as the arena took fire, but it melted slowly. For now, it was still as fatal as it was before. But Karnage wasn't about to drop out cause a of a bit of flames. Even with a dead arm, Karnage awaited the troll, who charged at him. The troll slammed it's molten metal blade at him, but he moved forward and drove the pointed end of a sword (Which was impaled Karnage through the gut) through the monster's knee, cause it to kick him across the arena. The resulting impact did dislodge Myrn's spear from his shoulder, and the flames stopped the bleeding, but he still didn't have the function of his arm yet. Even worse; he found the Steam-Armored Human. This was worse, because Karnage was standing right in front of his cannon. Karnage dodge to the left right as the metal giant fired it's cannon, causing dirt and smoke to kick up. When the the dust settled, the troll charged at the Steam-Armored Human, but the troll was killed from one of the human's cannons. "Come out, Dragol! It's just you and me now!" The armored human called out to the warlock. The crowd cheered and called for the Warlock to come out. But the one to respond wasn't the warlock, but Karnage. "Incorrect." Standing on the Steam-Armored Human was Karnage. But he was bleeding profusely from his left arm, even the warlock's fire couldn't stop it. This was because he was missing his left arm; the cannon shot it arm off. His shield arm, but more importantly, the arm he needed for his blacksmithing. Either way, Karnage used his only good arm and activated the bomb on his chest. The Steam-Armored Human flailed and tried to get the orc off of him, but the Orc wedged himself into the human's armor, tearing off the protective plate. Underneath the armor revealed a girl; she wore glasses and didn't look anything like a warrior. She reached for her gun, but before she could, the bomb on Karnage's chest detonated.
After the explosion, the fire died down. The Warlock appeared at the center of the arena, his hands in the air. The Steam-Armor was covered in blood and gore, and smoke billowed from it's wreckage. Karnage's axe was lodged onto it, and the girl... Well, there wasn't much left of her. The warlock called for the crowd to cheer him on. Oh, there was cheering alright. Cheering as Karnage stepped out of the smoke, missing both his arms. The warlock turned and shot flames at Karnage, lighting him on fire. But Karnage simply walked forward, ever closer to Dragol. "Flesh of Fire. Tell me, Warlock, do you truly know what flames are?" The warlock stumbled back and drew his sword and tried to shoot more flames. The warlock's fire was not able to harm Karnage while his Flesh of Fire was active. "You do not know fire. I have smelled the flesh of the living, burning in flames. I know how metal feels when it becomes heated. This flame is nothing." The warlock tried to stab Karnage, but his blade could not stand to the heat of his Flesh of Fire spell. It melted before it even touched the flames. "Dragol, you are not worthy of fire. You will die..." Looking down, Karnage found his severed arm. He picked it up in his mouth, grabbing it by it's Humerus. "By my hand." The warlock searched for weapons to use, zombies to resurrect, but it was too late for him. Karnage kicked him onto the ground and started beating the warlock with his severed arm. It took a while, being that he was beating him with his severed arm. But after spending about twenty minutes wracking Dragol with his arm, Karnage stood up above the bloody corpse, with Dragol's severed head hanging from his mouth. Barbaric, but it was the only way to confirm his kill.