Malkor had stood there in silence for the last few hours despite the lizard man's attempts to get him to speak. while it was true that salerous was trying to make friends, the orc had no interest in making friends, especially with a beast such as this. Salerous continued trying to draw a reaction from Malkor, and had soon resorted to mocking him.<br/>"do you even know what im sssssaying to you?"<br/>Yes he knew exactly what Salerous was saying to him, and as the lizard man continued to speak, Malkor began entertaining the idea of strangling him. True he would be punished for harming another fighter from his team, but still the idea appealed to him. He saw the door knob turn as it was unlocked and Percival had stepped in and looked at the two of them. He pushed the thought of the lizard man writhing in pain away as he watched Percival speak, the orc's dull grey eyes betraying nothing of what he thought.<br/>"my friends today we have a new challenge we must face."<br/>The orc found it ironic as Percival said "we" even though it was he and the lizard man that must fight. Percival wore his familiar, ambiguous smile as he told them that it would be up to them to decide who fought. The orc knew what this mystery of a man was trying to do, and Salerous played right into his hand.<br/>"I would actually like to ssssee what thisssss boulder of an orc can do, ssssir."<br/>Malkor's expression remained static, but on the inside he let loose a sigh, how much longer must this persist? All he ever really wanted was to be able to live his life in peace and solitude. He remained quiet as Percival spoke, as he knew that speaking against it wouldn't matter, Percival gave the illusion of choice, but he knew exactly who was going to fight before he even entered the room.<br/>"Good, you will be competing to win against Ryder's chosen misfit"<br/>Malrok curtly nodded his head at this closing statement in acceptance. He would look at Salerous and then Percival once more before nodding again, and then making his way out of the room, ducking slightly so as to not hit his head on the top of the door frame. He would fight, and he would win, why? He had no choice in the matter is why, He never did.