Grendrick's collision was one of a mighty power against a foe believed to be mightier than himself to the others. Grendrick felt no such thing in his mind however. He laid into the beast as it was staggered, the back-stepping Rat Ogre was met with feral slashing. Grendrick's arms were shipping from side-to-side as he lay into the enemy, his claws carried out laters of flesh and muscle as he made deep ravines in the body of the enemy. Blood sprouted into the air like a spring of water as the Lupine eviscerated his foe. It wasn't until the Rat Ogre's leg buckled that Grendrick let up on the fury of his frenzy. This was the opportunity for an Alpha's kill, the show of dominance.

The Rat Ogre was already dying, it was a certain to fall even without Grendrick oncoming attacks, but Grendrick desired to make an example of this Rat Ogre. The mighty Rat fell to it's knee, the other leg trying to hoist it's weight up once more, but failing to lift the hefty creature. It's arms pressed to the ground and it's body, trying to move it's posture and do all it could to fight back while taking a stray swipe at Grendrick. However the Lupine merely stepped to the opposite side of the arm and then unleashed his final actions upon the mighty Ratkin.

Grendrick rose to the climax of the fight with a swift set of movements that ended the Rat Ogre, and yet they were still the brutal rampaging actions of a Lycanthrope. These actions were flawless in their execution though, as Grendrick leaped and gripped into the neck of the Rat Ogre with his right hand. He used the grip as leverage as he flung his body up and then down onto the back of the enemy all the while digging his feet into the back of the opponent and shredding it's flesh. As this happened Grendrick's hand tightened around the throat of the goliath Rat and he tore through the flesh and muscle with a loud snarl as the beast cried out one last time. The rat squeeled and roared to the heaven's of it's Gods begging for the end of it's life to finally happen. However Grendrick kept it alive for only another moment as he latched down his fangs into the throat where he began to gnaw and yank at the jugular veins, the esophagus, and the muscles protecting it all. Those fangs ripped and dug deeper into the throat before Grendrick reared up his head and then looked to the sky, where he raised his right hand up and then plunged into the hole he had created. The clawed hand sliced through tissue and then Grendrick growled with a sense of eager joy as the arm came ripping out of the hole and he raised the Beast's heart into the air, only to drop it into his snout and exhibit an unrestrained primal nature, devouring it ferociously and then leaping off the bulk of the Rat Ogre. He was done with the life of the Rat Ogre, but he took the body by the arm and drug it a few feet and then kicked it off the bridge. Grendrick's kill was his own now. It was complete.

The Lupine was still in his rage, still breathing for the fight, his heavy panting matched by snarling and saliva dripping from his jowels as he looked over the Dwarves and his group. He surveyed them with a predator's eyes which awaited any potential attacks or actions against him. After a short few seconds passed and Grendrick saw no other enemies he heightened his body and thrust his snout into the air. What followed was the loud howl of a victorious Wolf. It was frightening to some but for most it would be seen as the howl given after a fight of territory or dominance. This was Grendrick's stand as the victor of this fight and this territory was now under his protection, which left the echoing howl that descended and ascended the Chasm to spread for what seemed like miles.

Grendrick's theatrics were over and what others would consider annoying, aggressive, or too much from him, were now ending. He was down to the business of it all. He grabbed a Dwarf by the shoulder and stared him in the eyes quite hardily while lowering his body like a feral wolf. However this wasn't to scare the Dwarf it was merely to drop the several feet he needed to match the eye-height of the Dwarf.

"Gather all the gold you can from the Skaven, and put it in a leather satchel for me. Do this, at my request. For I have earned the spoils of this fight." Grendric gave no warning or 'what if' should the Dwarf not commit to this service. It would naturally be unwise to deny such a service to someone like Grendrick, and the Lupine was confident in such realities. The Wolf then immediately pressed to the rest of the group, Siph, and the Dwarves who were pressing for their entrance into the Dwarven architecture. 

"We shall all go, inside, and now. The scent of fresh blood wanes in my nostrils, and the scent of fear bellows from the chasm. This is certainly not over." Grendric spoke, but he waited not for anyone to respond as he walked and pressed past them all towards the entrance of the Dwarven Throneroom.