It was a simple match, the kind between two warriors who only wish to see who's best. Ruk wielded his halberd, converted from an old Qwik driver shaft. But all eyes were on Husq and his restored ancient chainsaw, a relic of times when the land was more trees than sand. By the time the first spectators arrived, the two combatants were already fighting.
Husq dropped the saw, drew his cutter while Ruk got back up, swinging his halberd gently with glee. Ruk had used most of his strength in defending against the chainsaw, but Husq, without his machine, was not much stronger than Ruk. Still, Husq would not give in, and again they came together.
Ruk came charging into the center of the arena and with his heavy blade, caught Husq in the chest! It was a serious wound, gaping and bleeding. Husq had strength enough for maybe a couple more attacks. Again, the two warriors clashed, this time Husq's blade slicing open Ruk's right thigh as Ruk's halberd sliced only air.
Both fighters stepped back to appraise the situation. Husq acted as if to come in for another attack. But Ruk noticed the amount of blood spilling out of Husq's chest wound, and to the disappointment of the crowd, he simply stepped back to witness the inevitable. Husq swayed in the hot wind still tinged with the long forgotten smell of exhaust. Then he simply collapsed and died in that small pond of blood and gasoline.