Orren, indeed, flew over the counter and crashed headfirst into a thick, wooden cabinet full of glasses. His short horns began temporarily lodged in the wood before he tore away to snarl at the fairy. Luckily, his head seemed as thick as the wood. The Talgan climbed back over the counter and glared at the sparkling creature, his own rageful thoughts drowning out the laughter directed at him. He was having grilled frillroach for dinner tonight, if he had anything to say about it.

Of course, that was just his hot head thinking. Orren had no real intentions of killing or eating the fairy. Maiming, maybe. But certainly not eating. 

The man made another charge at the creature, his lesson not yet learned. He raised a clawed hand to strike her with.