[He holds his stance, still smirking, but the axe- the orc wants it, and well, Vegeta will let him have it. He unshoulders it, swings it up, not at Garrosh, but just straight up; and slams the blade into the ground with a sickening thud, making sure it sank as far as he could make it go down without breaking it. Normally he wouldn't care, but since the Warchief was able to get out of the freezing water alive, he figured he could have his axe back at the very least. After all, it was a pretty nice axe.

He'd just have to get it out of the ground first.]

[A hand finds a hip where the other hangs lazily at his side, reveling in Garrosh's obvious anger.]

I'll give you some credit there-! You swam with the best of the fish, I think you'd fit right in. Perhaps one of the mages back in the village can outfit you with a set of gills! [He glances down at Gorehowl, embedded into the ground, only to look back up and grin even more, that grin he used to mock his opponents in battle.]

Let this serve as a lesson to you, Warchief. Your army is meaningless if you yourself cannot fight well enough to lead. There are many who are powerful, not as powerful as I am, but still powerful. And who says one of them won't kill you? You aren't making it very hard to give me a reason to end your life. Luckily for you I'm feeling generous today!

[He turns on his heel, feeling he's made his point, and begins to walk away from the orc.]