Malahue didn't show much fear at the reality he was thrust into due to the vast changes on his homeworld.  When the machines took over, he was forced to live the worst nightmare anyone could possibly imagine, the eventual extinction of his entire race.  Now, with this, there was another challenge but different in it's own right, and potentially beneficial.  The fact remained, in his world there were only one dozen individuals whom were bestowed the power of the Elements, and out of all 12 he was the weakest.  If he could gain power, then he could return to his world and truly make a difference.<br/><br/>Of course, while he was thinking about all of this, the Warlock individual was getting himself into a potentially self-defeating battle.  Malahue did not know of his capabilities, but if he was selected and torn from his world to fight in the Arena, Malahue determined that those whom did such a thing knew of the power levels of those they selected, which would of course be lower than their own, enabling them to be controlled.  Malahue didn't want to face a similar fate, but decided to use his charismatic charm as best he could, to possibly save the Mage from a unwanted fate, "Ah, Mistress if I may.  You were of course looking for responses to the...delicate nature of the situation we've been thrust into, and it's possible the individual over there is...responding to the situation in the only way he knows how.  Some respond with distress, some with hopelessness, some with resolve, perhaps anger and resentment is his only means of coping?  Perhaps you could show him some small bit of remorse..."<br/><br/>This was of course until he saw the Demoness' track record and the giant thing that lay between her legs.  Malahue just simply wasn't going to mess with any of that, "You know what, I retract my previous statement, the show must go on..."