The Lich king walked through the southmost gate and stood on that side of the stage. His longsword hung at his hip and an unearthly chill swirled around him. As he stared up at the people gazing at him with a mixture of fear and wonder he almost laughed. He had been alive longer than this kingdom had been around and after this fight he might just come and conquer them. He had been awoken from his slumber by whispers of one who could challenge the Lich king. A hulking behemoth of a man who could crush bone to dust. This made the Lich king happy, he had been alive for many years and desired a new opponent, and perhaps a new general.

Brute was much too eager to fight a new opponent, for when the gate began to open on his side, he walked through before it was raised an inch and disfigured the entire thing. He didnt even need to step into the water to get from the gate to the platform, because his steps easily covered two feet. He stopped just on the stage, and looked to his foe. His eyes began to enlarge and change, faintly v-ishly contorted. He began to exert a growl, without attempt ofcourse. "You are enemy?-" He said at Drallinix. "You are taller...and stranger....than most but....it doesnt mean.....I wont....break you." Brute uddered this, his seething rage visible in every point on him. He then drew his massive hammer from his back, and got ready.

"Massive as they say I see, Excellent" was all the lich said before taking a stride in the behemoths direction. He drew his sword as he moved in a fluid motion its blade scything from his left hip up towards the mans unprotected face. He was ready for the counterattack and did not expect this blow to land his left hand was already positioned for strike.

Brute began to charge at Drallinix in a shoulder-lead charge not even a split second after he swung his Lichblade. He heard the weapon clang against his rock clad back, but it did not matter. A sword couldnt go through through stone slabs, nor did the massive beast care if they could or not, he had someone to kill. Brute's charge was one of a football player's shoulder charge, except he was using his massive hammer to raise his area of contact, the head beside his shoulder, both with the same purpose.

As the Brute charged Drallinix sidestepped right and out of the beasts sights seeing as how his head was held low. As he did this he let the sword scrape off the stone armor and set himself in a standard position with the sword held at about waist height the point facing towards his opponent and the crossguard perpendicular across his hands. He had a balanced stance with his weight slightly shifted towards the back and his demeanor was cold as death.

His foe dodging his charge easily, Brute stopped after hitting the water. He stepped back up onto the platform and swung his massive hammer at about the height of his opponent's elbow. He did not put all his force into this, but it was still extremely capable of killing even well armoured opponents.

Drallinix stepped back and to the right to avoid the blow. The second the warhammer passed him he closed the gap and jabbed his enchanted sword straight at the brutes heart. He was putting his strength into this stab and using his leg as leverage for the blade.

Brute missed his swing, by about a foot. He could swing his hammer fast, but the man could evade faster. A stab came at him and hit his chest armour, chipping a small spot slightly. Brute saw this and then used his lunge ability annd threw himself into the ceiling going through it. Not even a second later he came crashing down from directly above this Lich and plummeted down at him very quickly.

As his opponent slammed through the ceiling the Lich could assume but one thing that he was coming back down. So the lich ducked into a kneeling position and coated himself in diamond like ice rising upwards in a spike at the tip towards the sky with multiple spikes protruding off of it it was about four feet high.