Hi'Wor didn't notice the Kul Tribesmen enter his tent. He was concentrating on to his opponent, a Lok'Sha much larger than him, with ever last shred of consciousness. For a member of the Wor, the Chieftain's son was on the smaller side. Compared to every other man and woman in the room, he was in fact an [i]imp[/i] by contrast. But his size had not been a disadvantage against his opponent who'd had nearly two feet on him. Hi'Wor shifted his weight from side to side, weaving through his opponent's strikes and grapples, while landing various combinations of his own. A high right. Hi'Wor ducked it and struck the attacker's stomach three times. They responded by grabbing his shoulders and immediately tearing him off the ground, but it wasn't as it seemed. He jumped into the attempted grappled and grabbed onto the man's inner arms, while lifting himself up and stomping against his stomach with both feet. When Hi'Wor's opponent leaned forward, he'd let himself fall back, using the momentum to toss him clear across the arena. 

	"[i]Move![/i]" the younger Lok'Sha roared, "You sluggish!" The opponent scrambled to rise to his feet, but was quickly pinned by the full weight of his superior's smaller body. Hi'Wor wrapped the larger man's neck with his bicep and began to squeeze. His grip got tighter and tighter. A struggle ensued. The two thrashed about as the larger man found some footing, and Hi'Wor moved around his body carefully as to avoid being tossed, while maintaining his grip. The headlock quickly served its purpose, and in only a few more moments, their struggle came to a pause. Ju'Kul patted Za'Kul on the back and stepped forwards. Hi'Wor had choked his opponent out.

	After the unconscious warrior was dragged away by a couple of the large bystanders, Hi'Wor finally took notice of the two [i]dark skins[/i] that had stepped foot in his tent. He recognized one of them immediately, [i]Ju'Kul[/i], Ha'Kul's lapdog. He didn't remember the Chieftain's son, though. They might have met at some point in the past, but like most in the Wor clan, [i]he couldn't be bothered to remember every last Dark skin that mucks through their caverns.[/i]

	"Ju'Kul, here to bargain?" Hi'Wor shouted whilst making his way across the tent.

	"Yes-" As soon as Ju'Kul spoke, Hi'Wor took a long step forward and [i]punched[/i] him right in the gut. Earlier, Ju'Kul had barely flinched when taking a hit from one of the larger guards at the Wor Tribe's entrance. This time, his feet shook and his muscles trembled. Ju'Kul stood his ground, [i]but only barely.[/i]

	"Nothing to bargain about!" Hi'Wor shouted, "Conditions are known! Don't come back without [i]ten[/i] men!" He glanced at Za'Kul and then back at the larger warrior. "One not enough! Bring [i]larger[/i] Lok'Sha. Ten men! Ten!"