The sunlight streamed into the holding area through the holes in the cheaply made wooden gate. Malkor was equipped with his heavy steel chestplate and greaves, the colossal great sword was sheathed on his back, the hilt easily reaching up past his head. He calmed his thoughts, as he did whenever he had a battle, he couldn't let his thoughts interfere with what had to be done. He emptied his soul of all pity and remorse, and replaced it with a fiery rage that cast a red mist of fury over his mind. Malkor scowled as he lowered the helmet on his head, he hated this rage, but the primal part of him reveled in its release.<br/><br/>He lifted his head up as the stadium announcer had begun to speak. The orc tuned him out as listening to him would lift Malkor out of the fury he needed to do battle. The gates opened and the orc grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand as he walked out into the arena. He looked across the arena, his scowl vicious, blood thirsty.His opponent was the gargoyle,so he was going to have to fight a flying opponent, this might be a challenge, but not one he hasn't faced before. He narrowed his eyes at the gargoyle and growled at the creature, his stare cold, deadly.He was no longer a quiet beast, he was nightmarish monster, a natural born killer.