"Ye shut yer skivering spida! Grox don't take orda from leggy gits!" Grox smashed his now completely blunt axe into the wooden floorbiards and painted it red with Stride's blood. His furious red eyes examined the mayhem he caused seconds ago and his mind filled with brutal thoughts. Blood, murder and gore. His orkish instincts came to rise and he could barely control his temper. He kicked a table with full force and it shattered all over the place. He looked at the goblin laughning at the dead elf and gave gim the blood eyes. "Ye dirty gob hav no place 'ere!" He twitched his head and exhaled air furiously. He was ready to drop the mask and murder every soul here. Only memories kept him sane at this point. His deafened senses told him to get his axe and chop both in half. A sacrifice for the dead. He almost started to not hate the elf. Fucking spider. He looked up and swiftly curled down the chain from his arm and began winding it up, aimin at the spider monster. "Cone 'ere ye git! Yu cauz me trouble, me smash yo head!" For a second he looked at the only other oerson left in the bar still, the goblin in armor. "Yu don' move till I dun wiv ye too!" His attention gazed back at the spider, and the smell of blood gave him the final touch. His skilled hands let loose of the hooked chain, sending it flying towards the spider.