There wasn't much time left to boast with Woggha as the creeking of wiod filled the Inn. The structure was about to give up, and it already hit a few patrons fleeing. Grox stood back to watch the destruction, hoping to finally get entertainement by other people's suffering. But an unholy feeling struck him. The bloody half elf! That brat was still lying dead on the floor. Normally he wouldn't care, but he could have carried a better axe in his bag of wonders. He let loose of some swears and snapped his fingers. "Woggha, support!" 

The big beast crawled in the hole he made and put his back to the roof. He couldn't hold for long, but it should be enough for Grox to get the elf out. He climbed over some rubble and got inside the Inn for the last time. Pieces of wiod and stone littered the floor with the occasional blood and glass pieces. He made sure to step on one of the gnolls stuck under a large wooden beam. That felt really good, punishing the guy who turned on him. Who's gonna get payed now bitch? He smirked as he dodged a falling piece of wood and appriached the dead Stride. His body was laying on the floor close to the still drooling head of his. [color=00a651]"U ugly git still droolin." [/color] He pucked up Stride's head and as an Ork with giod manner he used the elf's neckbone to hang it one one of his hooks. His smirk now widened to a smile, Woggha's painful sound reminded him that he had no time. He quickly picked up the body of the elf and dashed towards the hole on the wall. Woggha began moving too, to which the whole building shook. Bloody git. Now he had to run for his life the second time today. With a mad fury and a painful shout he jumped out of the hole begore the buildibg collapsed behind him. [s][s]like a bloody badass from a movie[/s][/s] He threw the dead elf and his head on the street and then collapsed next to Woggha. [color=00a651]"Neva again. Woggha u be taugt a les'n!"[/color]