Scar was on the other side of the arena. And he didn't look to happy. For within his hands, were different two different large two-handed axes. He had to trade in his father's twin two-handed axes for a pair of dull ones for the match. He had choked and punched every last Goblin to imprint that if, after the match, he found that his axes were sold...he would cause a rampage so dire, that every timber and metal within this entire outfit and building wouldn't even be fit to be called scrap. He made it clear that if his beloved axes were sold or broke down into spare parts, he would cause fifteen new Hells for every single one of them.<br/><br/>So, he counted that Goblin's natural cowardice would overcome their natural greed and keep his axes ready for him after the fight. But still, he would like this match over with quickly with either one the victor so he could have his axes back. Till then, he would have to deal with the dull pair he was given to ensure no fatal blows or killings.<br/><br/>When it was time, he jumped into the center of the ring and began breathing heavily as he stayed lose, rolling his shoulders and shuffling his feet around. With his bulk, he trained to always be in motion...to always be ready so he can swiftly move his massive muscles into action whether it be attacking, blocking, dodging...or taking another hit. Either way, he was ready for anything.<br/><br/>He snorted in a battle-ready tone at Granra,"I see 'ladies first' isn't going to be in effect this time...oh well."<br/><br/>He yelled a battle-cry as he raised the right axe and went for a swing, then while swinging the right...he raised the left and swung that one...and while still in motion, he spun around and stretched out both axes, ready for a powerful blow that he hoped would cause at least a stunning effect on Granra.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>