Grox let out a blood freezing orcish roar as a response to the weird spider's screaming. The high pitched voice made him dizzy, but his blood rage kept him going, his blood filled with amounts of adrenaline lethal to humans. The Umber hulk didn't seem to get upset by his roar and swept away some tables in it's way as it closed in on him. He was getting ready to thrown the cahin again, as he was trained to hunt beast twice this monster's size, when the goblin's weird fireball hit him. The projectile hit his left arm that was still covered in chains, but it still burnt like hell, and burning piece scattered all over him. If that wasn't enough the residents of the Inn decided to take up arms against him. He could take down all of them, but then the Hulk would probably get him. If he went for the Hulk thought, he might get away with a few scratches. He quickly wiped the last piece of burnt trahs from his skin, and began spinning the chain. His arm hurt where the "fireball" hit him, but the adrenaline made it feel less painful.

[color=00a651]"WAAAAAGH!"[/color] He cried out loud as he threw the chain towards the Hulk. It spun around the beast's right leg, and tightneed as he pulled the chain. Grox pulled the axe out of the floorboard and and began running towards the beast whilst constantly wrapping the chain back around his arm. The Hulk didn't seem to ejoy his ways tho, and pulled the chain, flinging Grox to the wall next to monster. He hit his head hard, and his vision was distorted for a few seconds. He was cornered by the Hulk and the few patrons who were closing in on him. As his head cleared out and he stood up again, he was ready to fight once again, shouting viciously [color=00a651]"Ye gun get da smashinz to yer skul bloody gitz!"[/color] He readied his axe for a strike and examined the foes. He could win. If he took to the side and stroke down the two gnolls he could possibly get away, even strike the spider again. No money no bounty. Yes, that's it. The muscles on his leg tightened as he was getting ready to jump ont eh enxt enemy. Then he heard the familair laugh of Woggha coming from outside the Inn, accompanied by the crumbling of the wall enxt to him. He covered his face as the rubble flew everywhere and his trusty companion. With a scray smile the Quaggoth peeked inside the Inn with his head.

[color=00a651]"Ye git, come 'ere! Smash dem foolz!"[/color] Woggha was clearly unimpressed by this statement, and instead grabbed grox and pulled him outta the Inn. [color=00a651]"What ya doin ye bloody git! Put me do'"[/color] Woggha put the furious Ork into a cart filled with hay bales, and the let out a snickering snoud. He then proceeded to beat the ground with his forelegs and let out a shrieking sound, similar to that of the spider, but a thousand times stronger, stopping anyone inside the Inn in their places. The patrons all fled the Inn at the site of this giganitc Quaggoth and only the spider and goblin were left inside, along with the Umber Hulk who was now standing by his own master. By the time Grox managed to crawl out of the cart, his head was cleared of the raging thoughts and the void was filled by his throbbing arm that hurt like hell. His back was also sore, and he probably broke at least one of his ribs in the fight. "Woghha, sit!" The Quaggoth sat down and Grox stopped right enxt to him. He stopped for a second, thinking about what to say next, as the ogre also seemed to have made his way to the Inn. [color=00a651]"I see u haf met me git."[/color] He patted the side of Woggha and continued [color=00a651]"I want yer blood spida, but ye got 'way today."[/color] He beamed a fiery glance at the goblin, and then climbed on top of Woggha, waiting for the others to speak up.