"[i]Imma need a hundred thousand dollars in my hand right now - right now, right now, right now![/i] [i]-Motherfuсkers wanna talk about-[/i]" [i]Click.[/i] [i]The booming, black beat box would pause with it's soft click, it's bearer simply holding the thing in one latching arm. And indeed, it's owner was something else, for he was.. an Uruk. The seven-foot tall, hulking body that was garbed in shining, decorated golden armor and fine, shiny dark black leathers would have to stare down upon Bedlam, his facial expression that showcased a yellow grin being the only given away part of his face, other than his gleaming, greedy yellow eyes. The helmet's base had two wings protruded from it's center, one upwards, the other slanted back like a horn.[/i] "Thought there was a fight, s'not like I care for this rabble's shrak. It's not already over, is it?"