03-03-2016, 06:10 PM
As the two combatants moved to charge, the sudden sound of what seemed to be an impossibly agreeable voice resounded in both their ears, as both orc and human found themselves with a sudden desire to stop, if only to acknowledge this person. Grimm, with a scratching of his disproportioned chin, was the first to respond, bringing his axe into a defensive stance, but not making any moves. His green muscles almost seemed to fight him as he brought them from motion, and he gazed upon the duke with red, glowing eyes. "...Power like that..." The green behemoth muttered with a thoughtful expression, almost as if the memory of something else - or someone else - filled him with nostalgia.
With just a few words and a few trained motions, this man had stopped the conflict. It was a move that required a mixture of proper tactical planning, and the ability to immediately manipulate a changing situation. Much like his mentor, and yet...
Like the difference between white and black... but both, I'd imagine, can bite just as harshly Doomtusk thought quietly to himself. This one, were he to cross him... to say nothing of his allies, one holding what looked to be a weapon that looked more than capable of blowing off limbs, even if he didn't understand the finer details from a glance.
Besides that, though he believed the accursed knight standing in front of him seemed less perturbed... He wasn't in favor of fighting a teleporting man - particularly when he didn't understand the hows.
He'd been taught better than that, and that was exactly why when so many others fell as a victim of their own bloodlust, Doomtusk had kept on rising through the ranks. The orcs were strong and the bloodlust's ever-present call within his veins could be overpowering, but an orc that didn't think with their head and recognize when they had lost control of the situation was quickly riddled with arrows or smashed by a warhammer. This was one such situation.
Grimm lowered his axe, immediately as the human scum slowly lowered her warhammer, though with a trembling grip.
Grimm merely smirked in response, seeing the anger even as her face became that of steel. It seemed she'd never been given a similar lesson.
"I fail to see what reason you'd have to stay my hammer from smashing this orcs head in." Aeris stated warily as her warhammer slacked by her side, the overpowering strength of this man surprising her. She knew of Magic - after fighting with the conjurers in battle, watching flames rain down from the heavens like rain, and Creating solid beings out of water to fight alongside them, how could she not? - But what this man did... she'd never heard of anyone who could do that. She was new to this omniverse place, but this was... disturbing.
More importantly, it was getting in the way of her job - To finally rid this world of a threat that seemed to have followed her here from her beloved Azeroth.
"We fight to right the wrongs of the injustices we've suffered, and our allies have suffered. For Zul'jin, and for many others assimilated under the Camelot banner, human. Not that you'd know anything about that, would you?" Grimm asked her. Aeris was inwardly surprised. How did this mongrel know of her recent arrival to... here. In truth, she didn't know what he was talking about. Zul'jin was a troll name, one that had appeared frequently as a minor but cunning nuisance to azerothian patrols. She knew not of camelot history, but if he was part of it, it seemed quite a bit of her world had found it's way here, and changed.
That surprise, however, was immediately replaced with anger. "The injustices you've suffered? You speak of the injustice you've suffered. I know you, Doomtusk, do not speak to me of justice when my parents blood still rests on your hands!" Aeris yelled with anger, trying and failing to raise her warhammer.
"We were in a war. I merely followed my Commander's orders. If you have issue with it, you'd have to dig up Deathwind." Grimm stated.
"You're too cowardly to even claim responsibility for your actions..." Aeris stated with a shaking hand on her warhammer. Strange, magical voices or not, she wasn't about to allow an outsider to step into this affair, and deny her of her right to allow her parents to rest in peace, as she slowly, relentlessly, pushed against this mental force that would hold her in place.
With just a few words and a few trained motions, this man had stopped the conflict. It was a move that required a mixture of proper tactical planning, and the ability to immediately manipulate a changing situation. Much like his mentor, and yet...
Like the difference between white and black... but both, I'd imagine, can bite just as harshly Doomtusk thought quietly to himself. This one, were he to cross him... to say nothing of his allies, one holding what looked to be a weapon that looked more than capable of blowing off limbs, even if he didn't understand the finer details from a glance.
Besides that, though he believed the accursed knight standing in front of him seemed less perturbed... He wasn't in favor of fighting a teleporting man - particularly when he didn't understand the hows.
He'd been taught better than that, and that was exactly why when so many others fell as a victim of their own bloodlust, Doomtusk had kept on rising through the ranks. The orcs were strong and the bloodlust's ever-present call within his veins could be overpowering, but an orc that didn't think with their head and recognize when they had lost control of the situation was quickly riddled with arrows or smashed by a warhammer. This was one such situation.
Grimm lowered his axe, immediately as the human scum slowly lowered her warhammer, though with a trembling grip.
Grimm merely smirked in response, seeing the anger even as her face became that of steel. It seemed she'd never been given a similar lesson.
"I fail to see what reason you'd have to stay my hammer from smashing this orcs head in." Aeris stated warily as her warhammer slacked by her side, the overpowering strength of this man surprising her. She knew of Magic - after fighting with the conjurers in battle, watching flames rain down from the heavens like rain, and Creating solid beings out of water to fight alongside them, how could she not? - But what this man did... she'd never heard of anyone who could do that. She was new to this omniverse place, but this was... disturbing.
More importantly, it was getting in the way of her job - To finally rid this world of a threat that seemed to have followed her here from her beloved Azeroth.
"We fight to right the wrongs of the injustices we've suffered, and our allies have suffered. For Zul'jin, and for many others assimilated under the Camelot banner, human. Not that you'd know anything about that, would you?" Grimm asked her. Aeris was inwardly surprised. How did this mongrel know of her recent arrival to... here. In truth, she didn't know what he was talking about. Zul'jin was a troll name, one that had appeared frequently as a minor but cunning nuisance to azerothian patrols. She knew not of camelot history, but if he was part of it, it seemed quite a bit of her world had found it's way here, and changed.
That surprise, however, was immediately replaced with anger. "The injustices you've suffered? You speak of the injustice you've suffered. I know you, Doomtusk, do not speak to me of justice when my parents blood still rests on your hands!" Aeris yelled with anger, trying and failing to raise her warhammer.
"We were in a war. I merely followed my Commander's orders. If you have issue with it, you'd have to dig up Deathwind." Grimm stated.
"You're too cowardly to even claim responsibility for your actions..." Aeris stated with a shaking hand on her warhammer. Strange, magical voices or not, she wasn't about to allow an outsider to step into this affair, and deny her of her right to allow her parents to rest in peace, as she slowly, relentlessly, pushed against this mental force that would hold her in place.