When the Orcs attached, oouga naturally thought they'd been sent by the pit bosses to retrieve him. He cracked his whip and a strange humming started, his weapon lighting a neon green color. Before he could do anything else, however, the fight was over and there was steam coming from the wall. He relaxed his stance, the weapon's glow and sound fading.
With a puzzled frown, he walked directly to the wall, not afraid of a little steam. If he had, he couldn't have very well been in football back home, could he. He reached out and touched the wall, but not the steam. Making a low rumbling in his throat, he tilted his head. "New cave? New open?" Frustrated with hsi speech impediment, he turned to the others, his eyes falling on Diana's javelin. "Open wall?" Gesturing to Eric, he nodded to the wall at the same time. "Save people no-see...." Growling in frustration, he lay his ehad against the wall. "No talk more... hard... RRRRIiicccc...." he gestured to Eric as he remained leaning his head on the way. "Shield stop pain. Deennnna," here he gestured at Diana, "Open hole big, yes?" He looked at them hopefully, not caring that he was still rpessed to the wall. His body, minus fur, was scarred heavily, and the scar prevented him from feeling overmuch.
