Blade's hand was at the hilt of his sword a mere heartbeat after the big orc bellowed out. He had no reason to think this "Cub," would actually attack, aside from seeming a few eggs short of a full dozen, but he'd been on edge ever since they'd neared Skyrim's border. It made him twitchy. He had half a mind to let the damned place burn. 
The female orc -another new comer- moved before anybody else, facing down her kin with a stare before placing a calming hand against his breast. Good. Blade wouldn't have spared such a courtesy. The infantile beast was hardly a fitting replacement for Gorzath- 
For a brief moment, the argonian's defenses fell and his brows furrowed as his thoughts turned to the fallen orc spellcaster. He'd shown no emotion when he received the news, but he'd grown to like the sullen fellow, and his death just gave him another reason to hate the dwemer. This fight was getting more personal each day.

Reptilian eyes refocused as the others went about making their opinions on the matter abundantly clear. Those eyes then rolled skyward as his companions interpreted his words in the most literal fashion. He was sufficiently irritated by the time Marassa was finishing, offering only a grunt in return to Qara'Sion's passing whisper. [i]Okay. Two can play at that game.[/i]

Blade clapped slowly as the female khajiit returned to her corner. "A fine speech kitten. I imagine if you were half as good with your weapon as you are with your tongue this war might already be won. You can stand over there and glower all you want, but in this group, you are the one who is untested. The respect your brother earned does not fall to you in his absence, something [i]you[/i] would do well to learn. I gathered scars fighting the dwemer yes, but at least I was fighting the [i]dwemer[/i]. What was it you were doing at the time," Blade asked accusingly before adding derisively, "slapping scorpions out of your mane or something? Anyway," he continued, not bothering to wait for an answer, "you lot seem to think I'm suggesting we sprint straight for the dwemer lines by the light of dawn. As exciting as that would be, I'm not incompetent. What I'm saying is that even the best armor has it's weakness. We need to find the gaps in the armor and exploit them. Soon. Before the dwemer find those gaps and fill them."