The words from the tiny gnome amused Durzol and had begun to cool his temper when the twig of a man spoke once more. What might have been the start of a smile turned once more to a glare as he pulled his lips back to make his tucks stand out all the more. The thought to punch the creep in the back of the head was a strong one, his fists balled to do just that when…something happened.<br/><br/>Now, Durzol was one to be on guard nearly constantly. It was what he was trained to do, how he was trained to live his life. To expect violence at any turn and expect pain from everything in life. Pain made you strong and made it so that life was worth living.<br/><br/>However, the notion that large spiders would just drop into an Inn was never anything that even he thought to expect.<br/><br/>“What the…”<br/><br/>The words more mumbled than anything else as he watches the beasts descend on the innocent patrons of the Inn.  As he expected, those he had engaged with were useless and merely ran off, the tiny one disappearing completely in the chaos.<br/><br/>“Qo'noS Hegh hextor!” he shouted, grabbed hold of the table and heaved it over his head, to then smash it down on the spider to his left. It screamed as it was crushed beneath the weight of the table, though he had little time to relish in the fact as he drew his axe and brought it down on the back of the spider before him. There was a sickening crunch sound as the sharp blade bit into the hardened shell of the beast.<br/><br/>With a glare across the room, he threw back his head and roared a challenge for the remaining spiders.