Scar blinked as he watched and listened to the other Orc, naming herself Granra and apparently the 'top dog' of the arena. Not that that would actually mean anything to the gruff Orc. He was use to the battlefield...fighting wars for cash for both sides of the conflict. Hired by Horde and Alliance alike at the price for a bit of gold that he saw fit. Since the two forces focused more on Deathwing, and since Scar didn't want to do anything involving dragons, Scar had to resort to getting his kicks from arenas. And fights against mere animals was not his vision of a great battle...fighting a creature of pure instinct...he needed something...more.<br/><br/>As he watched Granra walk away to gain her gold, Scar started to think. Maybe the woman could give him some sport...unlike those Worgen. They were easy to predict and counter...but a thinking sentient? That would offer something to be desired.<br/><br/>He looked to the barkeep, who was giving him back his silver. Scar held his hand up to signal the barkeep to keep the silver as he downed another mug of bourbon. He then stood up, not even showing he was under any effect of the three powerful mugs of bourbon he just had and walked towards the trapdoor. He went under and found his way to Granra in only a few minutes after waiting for the crowd to die down.<br/><br/>He crossed his mighty arms over his intimidating chest as his narrowed his eyes at the woman, sneering slightly,"So...'Rule the arena', eh? Not much of a title worthy of such an Orc...Goblins don't know how a real fight works...Guess we'll see how much of a fight you can do in the circle."<br/><br/>He could see the warrior within her...but he could also see that the damned green midgets were holding her back...only the true test of war and battle could show her true strength. Then he started to grin on the inside, he knew that this battle would be real enough for her...no Goblin bastard could offer him money to throw a match...and he had a feeling that the same would be for her.<br/><br/>For all he knew, they probably poisoned those Worgen before the match...and that, you might as well say, would piss him off if he found out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>