Slowly drawing himself to a stand, his jaw contorted into the closest thing it could to a snide grin... or was it a scowl? "You... You fear me, don't you? You fear, losing your title..." Slowly swiveling his head left, then right. Taking in the sights and sounds around him. "Or," His double voice echoing upon itself, "Your title, is already lost... And now you live... A stragglers life... Don't you?" Slowly advancing, he stood a good head and shoulders over hte orc, snearing down... "Wassshed, out... That is, the word... yesss? Your, a 'has been'... A 'no more'... Living off old glory, like runt, from it's mother's teat..." He was pissed, oh yes, he was down right livid! How Dare she mock him! How dare she sheath blade when a fight was at hand! Bending down, he bumped her drink away by the fashion in which he shoved his face into her own. Fangs bared, energy crackling from within those clear blue eyes as their faces were less then an inch apart.<br/><br/>"Go then... Crawl back, to your drink... Talk of old battlesss. Live in te past, and be as dead, in the presssent..." Stopping a moment to spit into her large mug of ale, before coming to a stand, and grinning more to himself as several people about the bar laughed in agreement to his words. Already, he was in search of new prey... The next challenge to slack his thirst upon. "Where... Is the elf... Where, did that first, Morrojaaa, run to?" Eyes falling upon the goblin corpse, some inner voice judging this to be a good sign... She had restrained his prey, commanded him... Now he was free, free to live and act and fight of his own accord...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>