The two foes could not have hated each other more. Bean had a long standing grudge against all Goblins, as for his entire life he had been kept down and enslaved by those most brutal of races. This one was no different ... possibly even worse than his kin. He had already slain one in his quest for bloodlust, but Bean would stop him from ever fighting again.
Smosp saw the dwarf as food... or a foe willing to kill him. His anger was beastial, animal, and almost uncontrollable. Three animal trainers had to be used to hold this lumbering beast in place.
And Kzelo? He hated Bean for no other reason than Bean was in his way. It was a cold, impersonal hatred, devoid of actual anger, but cool and calculating. Anywhere you went in the world, the only way up was to step on other people's head. Bean just was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The bell rung out once, twice, and on the third ring, the three foes charged at each other. Kzelo had worked on his marksmanship over the past day, but still he missed his first shot, and the bolt flew for miles over Beans right shoulder. As Bean smiled, he let his guard down, only to find Kzelo firing a second shot... which hurt.
From the perspective of Bean (Left) and Smosp (Right):
And Smosk killed Bean. The grim duty of killing his foe completed, Kzelo hugged, and fed, Smosk, and then walked out to a crowd estatic with the outcome.