Storm snarled then spoke in orcish as she kicked the green skin that was falling to the ground before threatening him with her weapon.<br/><br/><em> Look fack face, you can die now or stop fightin’ believe me you ain’t gonna win. Trust me you don’t want to get me pissed off, or any more pissed off than I already am.</em><br/><br/>In a strange way the gruff and guttural language seemed to suit the scarred and offensive scout.<em> So whats it going to be yeah wanker, you want ta play nice.</em><br/>