Malkor's eyes were ablaze as he threw the stones, when one of the stones he threw tore a hole in the gargoyles wing, the orc knew the advantage was his. The orc howled in a primal victory cry as the creature began to spiral towards the ground. Soon though Malkor saw that the gargoyle began to try to change his path towards him, was he just going to end this quick and give himself to the orc. Just then the orc noticed the skin on the gargoyle darken to a dark grey, and before he could react the gargoyle had crashed into his forehead, knocking him down.<br/><br/>As Malkor was lying on the ground, his vision blurred and his head ringing, but still concious.  The blow from the gargoyle though had shook him from his rage, and he saw the state the gargoyle was in. With his wing injuried he would be no more of a challenge to an orc then a fly to a bear.<span style="font-style: italic">There would be no pride in this victory</span>Malkor duly thought this as the count began. He would face punishment for losing, but he didn't care, he did not have it in him to kill the gargoyle, not now.