[@Hank] 

Urg of Murr, former bodyguard of the Grand Despoiler of the Kerzun Helix, blinked his deep-set eyes rapidly as he was shoved forcefully into the bright light of the arena somewhere deep in the bowels of a Human city-continent; he had been taken by raiders, but not before slaying a few, remembering very little of their proddings and injectings into his toughened hide, feeling a sense of loss and distance as he was taken further away from his own kind and bought here to fight.

As he ceased his observations, green lips pulling back into a snarl to reveal rows of sharp teeth, his most basic instincts allowed him to avoid the first blow from a fist almost as large as his head, the Ork rocking back and blocking the next haymaker with his own arm. It was only then that he even realised he was under attack, under attack from a huge pink 'umie by the looks of it! This one was similar in size and build to him, and probably in strength, but he was an Ork and his people knew nothing but bloodshed and battle, it ran in their very genetic coding.

"Waaagh!" Came the roar from deep in his gullet, a primal reflex which would have been answered by others of his kind, had there been any there; allowing a blow to his midriff, he stepped forward and thrust forward with his head, his thickened brow connecting with an opposite of equal density, both hands then shooting out to wrap Gormog in a crushing bearhug that slowly increased in pressure.

Urg knew that he would not survive by fighting like this, but it was as a good an opening gambit as any.