How quickly things had changed. At first, he'd stepped forward to make one proposition, now he was considering another. One thing was for certain, this trip was looking to be much more lively than he'd expected. All things considered, it looked like he may just end up with that fight he was after anyway.

The two marines fighting, moving around with certainty and precision, reminded him of the elite of his own tribe. Most thought that sluggishness and poor reflexes stemmed from just being slow. No, in truth, speed in combat was more about the state of mind than the state of body. It always surprised their enemies when the hulking, brutish nobs they expected to be lumbering and slow proved to strike with speed like that of a jungle cat. It was hesitation that ultimately slowed a warrior in combat, and while orks were prone to making poor decisions, they made them with finality. Once an ork set to a course of action, he carried it through, heedless of danger. It was their nature, and though it proved a double-edged sword, it was often a boon in combat their enemies never expected.

When the huge ogryn came charging towards the other marine, it wasn't entirely surprising that he'd been brought down. After all, he had hesitated when given the order to strike, and that had been time which worked against him. Now, laying on the floor as he was, bleeding and vulnerable, it felt only right to kill him. He had lost, and in combat, that was the penalty for defeat.

Looking over at the tech marine who had once more been thrown to the floor in all the commotion, Urgrugg suddenly had a better idea. There were other things that could be done to a failed combatant. Slavery, for one, was a favorite among his kind. Having muscle like that, it would be a waist to put down the old dog. Though, saving him at this point would be difficult indeed.

Reaching out with his staff, the ork touched the tip of the crystal to the open wound on the ogryn's leg. He had to be careful, or what he was about to do would kill the big brute. As it stood, there was a not small chance it would kill him anyway. Either way, there was no risk in it.

Tapping the hidden power in the staff, Urgrugg released the warp energy stored within. This technique was originally meant to kill, but he had manipulated it like this before, and knew it could work. As the power was released, he focused not on the target's brain, which was the usual aim, but his nerves. Lighting up the entire system, he forced all of them to send a signal, all at the same time; Pain, pure, and massive in scale. When it was all discharged, if the ogryn lived, the nerve damage would be severe, and it would be more than enough to put him in a coma.

When he saw the big fellow's head slump back, he looked at the apothecary. Maybe, giving him a new patient would defuse some of the tension in the air. Gesturing to the potential corpse of the ogryn, he spoke, "Can use. Give to nurgle. He accept. Make better. Make green."

Like it or not, the other space marine was a fool. If a pain boy wanted to experiment on a patient as the price for operation, there was no choice to it. Even if stopped, the pain boy would just make sure some part of the operation was incomplete, something vital that could be left to last but that had to be done. The habit among his tribe was to leave the idiot a vegetable until it was done, and Urgrugg had a suspicion something like that was going on here. Watching the procedure, it was obvious the apothecary had the skill for that. Looking in his eyes, it was obvious he was orky enough to do it.