Malkor had found himself wandering around the outside of the arena, silently cursing his perdiciment. What he wouldn't give to take that smile from that smug hume percival , and watch it turn into an expression of horror as he crushed the life from him. Then there was the lizard man, Salerous, who for all effect and purposes was just a puppet for Percival to command. The lizard man thought he was doing this out of his free will, but after  eight years at the furnace as Percival's fighter, Malkor knew that Percival had Salerous wrapped around his little finger, even if the lizard man didn't know it himself.<br/><br/>Malkor soon found himself at the training area just outside the entrance to the dungeons. The orc often came here when he felt the need to vent some of his frustration. He went over to the weapon rack and retrieved the familiar eight foot long, three foot wide great sword, and wielded it with very little difficulty. He trained his eyes on the practice dummy before him, the dummy being a simple one, made of straw with a wooden shield attached to it. The orc looked at the dummy, visualizing Salerous mocking him, and Percival with his manipulative smile. The red mist of rage came over his mind dulling his thoughts as he thrust the blade forward with a guttural roar. The wooden shield offered very little resistance to the orcs powerful thrust, as the wooden shield split in two as the blade was impaled through the straw dummy, and even penetrated the stone wall behind it.Malkor pulled on the blade with a small grunt and it freed itself from the dummy and the wall. He had made his way over to a bin containing more wooden shields and had grabbed one. He had made his way over to the practice dummy and knelt down to began attaching the shield when he heard two voices approaching.<br/><br/>Malkor looked out of the corner of his eye at the approaching voices, the voices weren't ones that he recognized, were these the new fighters Percival had spoken of. As the owners of the voices came in view, Malkor was slightly taken aback. One of them was what appeared to be a gargoyle, but that is not what shocked him, what shocked him is that he was talking with a human. Humans were a rarity in the furnace, and the humans that were in the furnace were experienced, battle hardened warriors, and this human barely seemed old enough to be out on his own, let alone competing here.After the shock had passed, it was replaced by pity, Malkor knew that hume wouldn't last, he would be lucky if he survived his first match. Malkor turned his attention back to what he was doing and finished attaching the shield. He stood back up and grabbed his blade again, he didn't know what Ryder was thinking buying a human, much less one so young. Malkor sighed and shook his head, he knew there was a possibility that he could be fighting the hume tomorrow, and that thought weighed heavily on his soul.