Skaven raged and fled as they were felled with a growing ease and the battle came to a slowing stall. The air grew stale with the scent of the fallen and the release of their life, but it would soon change once more.

[i]"You got my thanks.. fer what'cha did. For me and me boys.. But open arms ain't a custom o' tha Dwarves at war! You had be-" Stokely almost choked on his own words as the first rumble shook the ground ever so slightly. But it continued on with each pounding step. Something big. Something angry.[/i]

Grendrick was stilled as he sniffed the air for the approaching opposition. It his his nose immediately and heavily. It was Rat Ogre.. it was foul, unnatural, and an abomination.. he was one to know such things. However what made his nose reel was something even fouler than the Ogre, it was the Shaman. It's magic was heavy and foul, and it made Grendrick snarl and snap out in anger and frustration. He seemed to almost go rabid as he took several steps forward and prevented the others from standing between the opposition and himself.

[i]He called out clearly over the deafening roar of the Ogre. "If it is up high, you should aim low!" It was a fairly common tactic when faced with a giant of any kind. The axe takes the beast in the knees till it hits the ground, then the hammer cracks open its skull.[/i]

Grendrick let the man get his words in before he took another step towards the monster and it's master, the Lupine was unfaltering and he latched his claws to the ground and stared his foes as they roared. Grendrick then did the same, his body coiled up as he gathered his senses and then unleashed his roar, his body shaking fiercely as he bellowed back at the monstrosity. The Rat Ogre was much more bulky than Grendrick, but matched his height, making the Ogre only somewhat taller by the bulk of his heft and proportions, and this put Grendrick in a state of almost ravenous euphoria. His snarling was almost involuntary now as he let the ideal sink in of the monster being prey, the opponent was large and ferocious, like himself. It was finally time for a good hunt.

Grendrick's claws shredded through the stone beneath his hands slowly, thin streaks of powder being created as they carved their way into curled fists and then latched out once again and his body lowered to the floor. He was menacing to say the least, ready to pounce, like a feral monster against the ground, fangs exposed with lips and jowels peeled back, drool slipping from his mouth as he growled and snarled at his prey, and his nose rooting though the air for any signs of the foes tactics, poisons, magic items, indicators. There was the the faint smell of singed material, something had produced fire, but an unnatural fire. It was very different than Ayse's fire, which was very natural. That faint smell wasn't clear to Grendrick, but was clear.. was his hunger and rage. 

Grendrick flew into a state known to few denizens of the universe, a state that is both a combat-rage and a natural state. This was Grendrick, this was his nature utterly and entirely consumed in his primal power. He was feral now, for the time, and he goal was to shred apart the flesh of his opponent until the blood soaked into the ground and the bones clattered across the stone. He wanted nothing more than to reap the lives of those strongest in creation, and to prove himself the greatest Hunter. He would start with the Rat Ogre and the Shaman.

Grendrick immediately launched himself from his low position, however not high into the air, but forward. He propelled himself at the legs of the Rat Ogre and quickly found himself like a Wolf on the calves of an Elk. He impacted the shins of the Ogre and then dug his claws into the back of the calves, stabbing and plunging his long dagger like claws into the muscles and flesh of the legs, while his jaw latched around the back of the left heel and bit down into the Achilles Tendon, attempting to shred it with his maw of razor-sharp fangs. This was no easy fight, and attempt, as the Rat Ogre quickly tried to pry and peel the large Lupine from it's legs, but Grendrick fought back, reeling, rolling, and pushing, trying to topple the beast and bring it crashing down.