Gnurg was surprised at the sudden flinging of the door. His yellowed eyes narrowing, and the fanged grin widening as he sees the human step through the door. Gnurg's opinion of humans were all the same, weak pathetic and whiny creatures. He had no reason to believe this one would be the exception.<br/><br/>"What a tasty little morsel you will be...." Gnurg growled, his voice deep and gravelly. He did not have a weapon, using his talons and fangs rather then swords, his leathery flesh rather then armor. "Tell me puny little human? How do you expect to kill the unholy of unholies? Tell me why I should not pop your head like a grape?"<br/><br/>Not even giving the human a chance to respond, Gnurg lunges at him, one large hand reared and falling, attempting to swipe the man off his feet.