((Sure, I'll get into this!<br/><br/>Name: Scar<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Age: 21<br/>Race: Orc<br/>Description: explained in post<br/>Gear: explained in post (meaing: forgot the name of the armor and weapon set >.<)<br/>Mount: A slightly modified mechanohog (the in-game motorcycle)<br/><br/>Now for the post!))<br/><br/>Just as Granra spoke, the announcer started to speak. He was explaining that the next fight was between three newly captured feral Worgen and a lone Orc. Lights went on inside the  arena focusing on the ring as now the fighters were visible.<br/><br/>In one corner was three cages containing the captured feral Worgen. They were snarling and foaming in anger of their incarceration and was trying desperately to out so they could rip apart anyone they saw.<br/><br/>In the other corner, was a lone figure...and what a figure it was! The Orc was much, much larger than the average male. He looked like he could give Garrosh a run for his money when it came to muscle mass and stature! He was completely covered it what looked like pure crimson plate armor...the shoulders having gold rings dangling from the plate and had at least three spikes on each side. Strapped to his back, was two large crimson axes that looked a bit too large for any one man to carry in one hand. And he wore no helmet, revealing his face to all...<br/><br/>His head would have been called bald, if it wasn't for the fact that he had a 'Crest' style cut. And he had a beard that showed he didn't care much about it, having grow all the way to cover his large chest and it showed obvious signs of little to no grooming. He had dark red eyes like most of his kind, and had that green skin color, though it was a bit darker than average. And his face...his face was like, as his best friend would say, a cutting board. Almost every square inch of this face had a scar on it. Complete with their own stories from their own battles.<br/><br/>He spat on the arena floor as the bell rang and the cages were realized. The three Worgen suddenly charged straight at the Orc. The Orc took the time to study each of his opponents as they ran wildly at him. Two of them he would have problems with, but the third ran with a hint of near uncertainty...as if he had just become a man within the pack. And that was the one he was going to take out first.<br/><br/>Without even drawing one of his axes, he jumped back surprisingly swiftly from one of the Worgen's clawed attacks. The other one he worried about came at him from the side and he ducked, waited, and then slammed his spiked shoulder armor into his side. The Worgen howled in pain and frustration as he was impaled on the spikes and got thrown to the other side of ring. Now there was only two left until that one decided to get back into the game.<br/><br/>The least experienced one came at him and the Orc saw his chance. He brought his hands out and grabbed the maddened beast by its outstretched arms and increased its momentum by swinging it into the air and then slammed it onto the floor, probably breaking a few vital bones as a result. Now with two out of the way for a moment, the Orc went to go against the third one. But, as he turned around, he was hit by the Worgen's frenzied claw.<br/><br/>The Orc went spinning to the other side of the ring as a few droplets of blood started to come down his face, land upon his armor where it blended in with the crimson color, or hit the floor to just add on to the grim floor decorations of past fights. The Orc, not even worried about the blood, looked to the third Worgen, the beast sizing the Orc up, and his red eyes turned even darker.<br/><br/>With a war cry, the Orc unsheathed both of his large axes, each wielded with ease in both hands. Still shouting, he charged right at the beast with power and speed. The Worgen, a little startled by the sudden display of obvious superiority, tried to stay its ground as it snarled at the Orc, to no avail. The Orc went over the younger Worgen, stepping on its chest and probably snapping its ribs and made his breathing to difficult or non-existent, and continued to charge at the third one.<br/><br/>He raised both axes and swung the right one, the Worgen dodged. Swung the left one, the Worgen dodged. He then bent at the waist and charged, hitting the Worgen dead in the stomach with his spiked shoulder plate and rammed him into the cage of the ring. The Worgen was stunned, enough to where the Orc removed it from his shoulder spikes and then raised a foot to stomp its head.<br/><br/>But the first Worgen recovered from its injuries and tackled into the Orc, trying to bite his neck. But the Orc was lucky enough that his neck was a little ways protected by his large shoulder plates that he had the chance to roll his shoulder and end up on top of the Worgen on the ground. He dropped his axes so one hand could hold onto the Worgen's neck to hold it on the ground and choke it. The other hand balled into a fist and he proceeded to punch the living daylights out of the Worgen's face.<br/><br/>While he was doing so, the Worgen had only a thin life line left, he would die eventually, but that didn't stop the third and last Worgen. The third Worgen jumped onto the Orc's back and tried to claw away his armor. The Orc cursed, knowing how expensive the armor was, reached behind him and grabbed the injured Worgen by his neck with both hands and used his superior strength to flip it off of him and onto the ground where it lay as a writhing and pained mess.<br/><br/>He went over to it, grabbing one of his axes and walked towards the final Worgen. Anger and bloodlust sounded his steps as he came closer, and began to pick up speed as he got closer. He began to raise that one axe with both hands, knowing it will put more power behind it. Then, when the moment came...he brought the axe down with full force and chopped the head of the Worgen completely off its shoulders and let it start rolling away. With all of his opponents dead or about to die, the Orc went to grab his other axe and raised them both into the air and yelled a battle shout in victory.<br/><br/>The announcer came back on,"YA' SAW IT THERE, LADIES AND GENTS! THE WINNER O' THIS MATCH IS...SCAR!"<br/><br/>The Orc, Scar as the announcer said, swung his axes around in the air and then sheathed them. Seeing as things are down, he looked at this three opponents and snorted a bit, making seem as if he was dissatisfied by the victory. Healers came in to ask if he wanted medical attention and he shoved them away, despite the claw mark he had on his face a bit of a nip on his chin from the Worgen's fangs.<br/><br/>As the healer's went away, so did he...It was time he got his pay for this, no matter how much he didn't like it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>