Kettara isn't sure what a grenade is, but it sounds messy. Her expression softens somewhat.

"I'm sorry."

That was a bad death. Even humans ought to have the chance to die in combat, against an enemy they can see and strike. It's the orcish way to die in combat, and it was how Kettara met her end. But at least hers was a death of her choosing. Painful, but honorable. No orc can hope for better.

She lifts her chin.

"That is a cowardly way to fight. May your enemy die knowing shame."