Harklas watched intently as the orc swung his sword down on the rock, easily shattering it. If that was the case, Harklas wouldn't be able to stand much more than one hit from that thing, even if he was in his stone form. That armor of his didn't look like it would get more than a dent or two from a knife, either. If Harklas where to have any chance of winning, he'd have to either remove the armor, get a precision shot to the face, or think outside the box. Surely this wouldn't be a boring battle. Perhaps the "good luck" was for him too.<br/><br/>Harklas laughed internally as the orc kicked up dust around him with his sword. This one was a fan of tricks as well! Maybe if they weren't out to kill each other, they'd be enjoying a joke or two at someone else's expense? He couldn't see where the orc was coming from, so he tried to open up his ears. His armor must be loud and clunky, but still hard to hear over the cries of the crowd. Harklas did his best to estimate the distance by sound. He rolled out of the way just as the orc, or the armor rather, was getting dangerously close. The sword came down beside him, seemingly pulling him in with a gravity of his own. The surprise caused the gargoyle to stop juggling his knives, which he was about to comment on if the orc could 'give some more warning next time' before he realized giving away his position wound be a foolish move. He might be able to use this little sandstorm to his advantage. As he was close enough to the orc to see him now, he tried throwing one of the knives at his lower shoulder, in hope that there would be some kind of leather strap, before dashing off again. It seems that this would be more of a battle of the mind instead of two dolts swinging sticks at each other, he thought.