When I was in Skyrim I had a job being a courior, I was on a trip delivering a letter from Falkreath to Jarl Kralder in Winterhold.

I was on a road on my way to Winterhold when I saw another orc fighting a bear, I noticed that there were several bear corpses around him. Once i'd ran up to the bear and hit it in the haunch with my halbard, the orc yelled "stop you fool!"
By the time the bear was dead he was putting his weapon away and squatting in the snow. "What were you doing?" I asked, he replied "I, am trying to die the way that Malacath intended for all orcimer to die." You see in orcimer culture an orc must be killed,
he cannot simply die, I knew why this old orc was out here, he was looking to die in glorious combat by a better being.
"I'm sorry for spoiling your battle old orc." "Dont worry about it, the bear was putting up no fight, you may call me Ghoar Shazh."

Ghoar Shazh stood up and I couldn't get a look at his face, it was obscured by a hood, he had bandages on his arms, a sign of countless battles he had participated in and come out alive. "will you give me a good death to please Malacath? My honor means that I may not fight unless provoked, please, give me a good fight. I see that Halbard on your back, I know what stronghold that is and I know their prowess with such weapons." I was looking at his weapon, a sturdy if old looking iron maul, this weapon looked to have seen it's fair share of combat. "Fellow orcs do not joke with such things, I know your serious. it would be disrespectful to deny you."
he drew his maul with speed I would not expect, and I pulled out my halbard.

Ghoar charges at Urag but the other orc is able to dodge his blow, his weapon got stuck in the tundra for a moment and Urag took advantage by stepping on the maul, Ghoar responded by elbowing Urag in the nose. Urag and Ghoar backed off, Urag bleeding from the nose,
Urag went in with a flurry of halbard strikes Ghoar blocking or dodging each and every one, Urag eventualy was able to slice Ghoars arm open.
Urag did several sweeping strikes, in witch Ghoar ducked or jumped over all of them, Ghoar then swung with a heavy blow aimed at Urags head,
Urag moved but only slightly and still got grazed on the bridge of his now broken nose. "Come on!" shouted Ghoar which Urag responded by stabbing at him with the spiked pommel of his halbard, Ghoar dodged three stabs and then grabbed the shaft of the halbard. Urag pulled his halbard swiftly to the side in order to throw Ghoar who rolled in the snow and was back on his feet in a matter of moments.
Ghoar let out a blood curdling screech and then flew into a berzerker rage and began a series of deadly downward strikes.
Urag was blocking the blows with the shaft of his halbard, but they were getting stronger and stronger, eventualy splitting the halberd in half.
"nordic craftsmanship? The damned thing snapped like a twig!" Ghoar shoulder-bashed Urag to his knee, Urag responded with a swift backhand that sent Ghoar reeling, his maul flying into the snow. they both stood up at the same time and ran quickly at eachother, at the same time, they began bashing each-other in the chest, Ghoar tried to throw his opponent but Urag countered into a shoulder throw.
Ghoar lay there but not for long as Urag soon had him in a headlock, after holding him in it for a couple of seconds, Ghoar uttered the words "do it" whereupon Urag swiftly snapped his neck.

I was there standing over the corpse of an honorable warrior who would not have accepted an easy end. My halbard lay in two pieces,
but i did not mourn it's loss, for I was to busy mourning the death of Ghoar Shazh. after i had recouperated I walked over and layed his maul on his chest I proceded to slowly close his eyes, and walk away from the scene of the battle.