Wapun Meadow tremble for yourself my man

An all too familiar feeling rushes through his veins and gets his heart pumping. Orochi wanted to fuck this guy up, plain and simple. The corner of his mouth curled up into a grin. It's been a long time since he'd been in a proper fight.

But he couldn't do shit, not now at least. Orochi snapped his head back when Hide approached. He was disoriented—probably just woke up—and didn't know what the hell was going on. Orochi opened his mouth to speak, but that fucker spoke for him. His retelling defeintly wasn't the way he put it. 

His glare was set back on the man. I'd like to see you try. There was still a fire in his voice, but it wasn't as booming as it was before. If Hide wasn't here he'd be screaming. No, he'd already be at this guy's throat. Now he was hesitant. He didn't know how the redhead would do in a fight and he didn't want him getting hurt. There were two options: show this guy who's boss or get the hell out of here. It was a tough decision.

And once again he couldn't do shit. Another stranger showed up out of nowhere. A middleman. Orochi simmered in frustration as he spoke.

Who are you? he shouted as soon as soon as he finished. He didn't need a middleman to calm the situation. He could handle this himself.