[His eyes smolder for a few seconds, both rage and cunning swirling within them. He's got no reason to trust anyone here, least of all this human, who in all likelihood might be in with the Alliance. Or the Twilight's Hammer, or any other enemy of the Horde. Really, this sort of magic displacement seems typical of the Twilight's Hammer, even if this man seems to be rational by the standards of that cultist ilk.
Seems.
Rationally, he needs answers more than he needs this man dead. But the fact is, this man has challenged him. Challenged the Warchief of the Horde, challenged a proud orc. Garrosh exhales once, gripping the spear, now trembling a little with fury. Saurfang would have reeled it in it, he knows, and gotten the answers he seeks. So too would Thrall--]
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Seems.
Rationally, he needs answers more than he needs this man dead. But the fact is, this man has challenged him. Challenged the Warchief of the Horde, challenged a proud orc. Garrosh exhales once, gripping the spear, now trembling a little with fury. Saurfang would have reeled it in it, he knows, and gotten the answers he seeks. So too would Thrall--]
Very well...