Instinctively, Gregor dug his claws shallowly into the rocky floor to keep from being flung off his feet by the gust of wind. It was, however, still powerful enough to send him scraping backwards across the ground and back into the open air. When the backdraft followed, it tugged on his fur, but his claws provided sufficient grip to stay in place. When he saw the devil lord not yet attacking but instead concentrating on something, he decided to take action instead. "Enough talking." he grunted in an animalistic voice, before opening his jaws and releasing a jet of flame into the opening of the cave, forcing Arthur to go right through if he intended to get out. Even if his allies were questionable, Gregor was glad not to have to question what side was the right one for once. Here in the arena, he could let his claws do the talking.