Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs, Blizzard owns WoW. This is a small tribute to the Legion expansion, with Battle for Azeroth right around the corner. These characters belong to me and one of my friends. Enjoy and feel free to drop a review (it brings me true joy).
"All right, move up!" Deriah shouted to her fellow death knights, flicking the demon blood off her blades. The sin'dorei hated Argus, the demon world was a wasteland and she'd prefer to be as far away from it as possible.
But her Deathlord had given her a job to do, and she would finish it.
"Up ahead!" One of the krokul assigned to their team shouted, pointing a thick finger at the ravine ahead.
A massive demon marched forward, a maul of twisted metal in his hands. Around him were twenty corrupted eredar and countless lesser demons, fel eyes shining with glee. Deriah's eyes widened; the reports hadn't prepared them for a host this large.
The krokul broke ranks behind her with shouts of terror, fleeing into their hovels. Let them run.
"Cowards." She said, spitting as she turned to face the other three death knights. "It's just us now. We hold this position and slaughter every last one of those monsters."
"Screw that!" Amelia said. "Let's get the hell back to the Vindicad, let the Deathlord come here and deal with it himself."
"He's busy ensuring that these demons don't comeback after we kill them. You would remember that if you were paying attention!" Malak shouted, the draenei tightening his grip on his greatsword.
"Enough!" Deriah shouted. "We are here for a reason. Those demons will slaughter everyone we know if we stand aside." Even as she finished talking she saw Amelia turn to run. Her right arm shot out and grabbed the front on her saronite plate, dragging the human within inches of her face.
"I am a Knight of the Ebon Blade. Today my redemption begins." She said, reciting the oath they all took after Light's Hope. "Frost sharpens my blades." Deriah said as she dropped Amelia and readied her blades once more.
"Blood fortifies my body. And undeath erupts in an unholy rage." Malak voice rose to meet Deriah's.
"A thousand atrocities are etched into our eyes. Those who gaze upon me will feel my will." Harmon the orc joined in, bashing his axe against his shield.
The demons began to sprint towards them, the footfalls of the lead demon echoing along the blasted ravines.
"As cold as Icecrown itself." Amelia joined in, her courage rekindled as she picks herself off the ground and draws her mace. "I will replace their strength with my cold steel."
"I am a Knight of the Ebon Blade." All four metallic voices called out in unison. "I am the arm of Azeroth's vengeance."
"I will atone for my crimes."
The lead doomguard drew his sword back as he charged.
"On this day, and all the wretched days to come!" The death knights roared as they ran to meet the demons, Deriah's blades arcing towards the doomguard.