Molakatar was a wreaking ball of destruction as he waded into the fray. His twin axes hacked into enemies that weren't smart enough to block. The zombies about him would have hurt his sensibilities since he could see that some of them were among their own, alliance and horde. Despite his destruction however he was not unscathed, having taken multiple cuts from the blades of his enemies, though thankfully none of them were serious...yet. And he had enough thought to stay near the others so he would not be overwhelmed.<br/><br/>As the sky was shadowed and he saw the dragons come plummeting down he roared his own challenge and charged to the site where they were landing. He heard the Night Elves words about how great a trophy they would be and he laughed loudly. "Then let get to cleaving those empty skulls of theirs already. My kill count needs some more notches. Swear I'll beat yours this time." He gave her a quick grin and gripped his axes tight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>