Zephyr took the orc's possessions and threw them into a sack, making sure he was discreet and actions subtle. He then stood himself up and walked towards Hawk.

"Y-you're so fuckin' going to, like, y'know, regreat--regret that!" he slurred, throwing a punch at Hawk and attempting to strangle his meaty neck. He then stumbled around and collapses into one of the orcs, "accidentally" winding him with his fist. "Oh my, it seems that I misplaced your fist in yo-your chest. Sorry."

The orc, whose skin was a dark shade of green, and had already unsheathed a dagger, stood up. He lifted his chest and eyed Zephyr. "Oint' you a tastee dinner? Eh eh eh." he muttered, in his obnoxious manner of speaking. They were always bad with their pronunciations. "Oh, quite. All you reed--fuck--all you need is j-just a bit of salt and pepper, if you get my gis-gist!" he replied, mockingly.