As soon as the question left his mouth, and Orc came running towards the Nord screaming that it's his fight. Brogan didn't want to fight that huge Nord himself, but he took quite a few steps back and was ready to interfere if anything happens. The fight between these two strong individuals was really interesting to look at, but Brogan didn't forget to keep looking around, to see if anyone was targeting him, when suddenly, it seemed that Nord had won. He had cut the Orc, but before Brogan could even react, Orc just hacked at the Nord with an axe and then put a sword through his neck. This wasn't really surprising, because Orc were known to fight like this, but he realized that this Orc is no joke. But suddenly, Brogan fell to the ground on all fours. His mind went blank, because all he felt was pain in the back. Burning pain. He smelled that his flesh had burned and that his back was bleeding horribly. After the initial pain, he managed to get on his two legs and looked around... there was not a single mage left on the gladiator side, so it must have been one of the prisoners that did this to him. From what he saw, only three people were capable of such magic in the group of prisoners. The Dark Elf, the male or female Breton. The male Breton couldn't have done this, because he was standing right in front of him as he felt the smiting pain and the Dark Elf was on the other side, using restoration magica to heal herself. Brogan glanced at the innocent looking Breton girl, who was running away from another burned corpse. He knew, that it was her who did it, but he was in no place for a chase, so he fell on his bottom and lied on his side, looking over the battle that was seemingly almost over.