The competitive warrior in Dukotti can't help but sneer back. Of all the gladiators, mul's are to be respected most for their strength, prowess, and neverending stamina. This stunted thing was hardly a gladiator -more like a slug without eyestalks. Yes, he would call the creature Slug.
Following Jayde, his eyes will never leave the mul's. He stares hard and unyeilding, a small smile creasing his lips. The elf absently swings the spiked end of his chain with his far hand, his other palm resting on the pommel of his sword. Which would it be for this one? The chain or the sword?
Intimidate +10
Coming back to reality, Dukotti gets a sense of his bearings again. He's not in the pit anymore. This is a damned tavern. The mul is just a slug. Instead, he'll turn his attention back to his surroundings, noting any other warriors in the room, quickest exits, and the strange obsidian eye.