Despite the mayhem surrounding them, Angus remained eerily composed, still holding Grak'Gor under his magical influence. "How about you tell me what you like?" Angus inquired, his voice steady and commanding.
The battle raged on, with each side refusing to yield to the other's might.
As the fight continued, one of the prince's men ventured inside one of the huts and discovered several captive women. Disturbed by the sight, the wizard quickly reported his findings to Angus.
Angus's expression remained stoic as he tightened his grip around Grak'Gor, not in the mood for idle chatter. "Not in the mood for a talk?" Angus inquired with an air of nonchalance, though his eyes bore into Grak'Gor with a piercing intensity.
"You don't know what you're dealing with here," Grak'Gor retorted defiantly, not even fazed after being overpowered by Angus.
