The flayer tool only minor notice of the ogre, though his attention was upon the topless orc in a flash. His arms, all four were spread wide in challent, as if exposing his broad, naturally armored chest to attack. Slow at first, but steadily gain speed until he was moving at a confident stride, he moved towards, and then began circling Morroja... Always keeping her just beyond his own striking range. Though the manner in which he twisted his arm, directing all four menacing points at her, spoke of a threat, a promise, and possability... "Sssuch... A shammme..." His chitinous lips contorting once more to possess an almost sickeningly humanoud grin. An expression which had no right being upon a visage so inhuman as his... "Our young... Would be greaaat...Fierce... Unequalled..." The words hissed out with a strange pride, his head nodding ever so slightly. She may have been furious, murderously so in fact, but he was anything but that. It was clear, this fight was not about survival, it was about the pure satisfation of pushing one's limits...<br/><br/>Already they had shown eachother more then just their respective physical deadliness, but also their mental deadliness. Both hardened veterans, but cunning and resourceful, neither willing to back down so easily, or be cowed by the other... "Morrojaaa..." He slurred her name with his animalistic accent, "A great fighter, you are... Mighty... Proud..." He spoke, idly lavishing this verbal praise upon her, eyes moving up and down and across her form with the leer of a predator. Regarding her with equal parts combatic study and... Something else... Something, hungry... he knew the purpose of a mammal's breasts, they were to feed young, and many a welps could suckle of her. Hips that wide, could also make baring multiple young an easy talk. Her limbs were strong and fast, hands skilled in teh use of many weapons, in her grasp even a lump of wood or pice of rock would be deadly beyond measure...<br/><br/>He gauged her, monitoring the way she reacted to his circling. Maw ajar and salavating for more then one reason. Misty, glowing blue eyes careful as they absorbed each and every movement she made... Every footstep, ever twitch, even the rise and fall of her buste as she took breath. A mongoose circling the snake...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>