As the barrels of the human's weapon started to spin, whatever good nature that was on Khaz's face disappeared; While Khaz might have come from a primitive society that had yet to discover the joys of firearms or the instinctive terror that came with them, he wasn't an idiot. Some of the orks had wielded weapons that looked rather similar to the one the clearly deranged human was currently carrying and he had seen first hand the damage they could do to the poor bastards unfortunate enough to be hit by them... and this lunatic was pointing one at himself and his kind because he couldn't control his own blood lust. Only the blood thirsty Minotaurs were insane enough to turn on their own allies solely because there wasn't anything else to fight... 

While he doubted the human himself heard it due to the noise he was making, Khaz heard the sound of a bow string being pulled back somewhere behind him. While he preferred his sword, Khaz had seen the damage that a skill tribal hunter could do with one of their great bows; It was comforting to know that if this went badly the human would get a large arrow through something vital before he could do too much damage. Still... the fool only wanted a fist fight to sate his madness without anyone being killed... 

With an annoyed grunt, he removed his sword from his side and stuck it into the ground, glaring at the human as he started to approach. "[color=f7941d]Very well. If it is a fight you want then a fight you will get, bull headed one.[/color]" A grave insult, but one he doubted the human would understand the full meaning behind. 

 

[@Andreyich]