Dark Rainian Arrival [Open to all!]

[Aralak Mogra'thir]

For some time, Aralak had not been paying attention to the axe that he was sharpening with mechanical efficiency. His crimson eyes had been following the exchange, first between the beast and the elf, and then between the same elf and the towering construct that had descended from the sky. He had to admit that the latter of the two would make a fearsome foe, but from what he knew of the constructs in his own world, they were a simple matter of finding out what animated them and then disabling it. He waited to see how the elf would deal with the situation however, as it would give volumes of knowledge about his mentality.
Aralak raised the axe from across his knees and, holding it loosely in his right hand about half way down the length of its wooden shaft, the orc got to his feet. With unhurried steps he approached the argumentative group. He could never understand why other species seemed to enjoy sparring with words, surely it made more sense to battle with the strength that the gods had given you than to exchange pointless banter and speculation about who was greater. The man who knew his might to be superior but shunned the battle that would prove it was, from an orcish point of view, a fool.
"You are all here for the tournament?" he inquired in deep, guttural tones. Anyone unfamiliar with orcs would likely interpret a threat in his delivery, however those present with prior experience of the green skinned desert dwellers would understand they were, by nature, confrontational beings who despised phatic conversation.

[Gordie]

'what in Kerensky's name is this!' Nikolai thought and nearly blurted out. The only thing visible for a while during the moments between him starting the scanning of the other battle machine and when he next spoke. At the green-skinned humanoid's apparent threat, the Trueborn turned so that he could visually apraise the Orc. He Raised the right arm at the orc warrior, and interposed himself between the pointy eared humanoid and this brute. No one but the Point Commander would kill the elf.

"And you are?" Nikolai Redmond asked, with as much menace as could be implied. The blackness of his visor only added more inhumanity to the stance which he assumed upon speaking to the Orc. "Nevermind who. What are you, abomination, and why should i not kill you on the spot. What was left of his targetting sensors targetted a spot about half a meter behind the orc warrior, but the only external indication was a small ,barely heard or seen, Hiss and movement of the paired missiles in the pack on his back. Leaving his back exposed was not a tacticaly wise manouver, but he hoped that it proved to the elf that he was good to his word at not wanting a conflict with him.

Nikolai was glad that his armour had a cooling system because the external temperature reading was higher than he had expected. The Clanner also made note of the primitive axe with which the humanoid carried, and although it was primitive, the green humanoid might posess the power to cleave through his armour.