PvP
The shaman walked along the road pondering the meeting he had been summoned to by his Warchief Thrall. The mage that had carried the summons to him had said little on the subject. He had been charged to travel to the outskirts of Stonard where the shaman made his home with all possible haste.
He was currently accompanying the mage back to Stonard from where they would take a portal directly to Orgrimmar, capital of the Horde and home to the orcs. The old orc's brow wrinkled when he realized the young mage, who had gone scouting ahead of them, had yet to return. The old shaman tried to ease his worry by reassuring himself that his companion, young and inexperienced as he was, would be just fine. He was, after all, a master of the arcane. He could set the world alight with just a thought, nothing in the wild could pose a threat to such a being right?
Still not reassured by his own thoughts, the shaman expanded his senses, using the elements as his eyes to scout his nearby surroundings.
He sensed many beings walking or swimming in the nearby vicinity. Most of them were dismissed, being animals of the swamp and not a threat to him or his companion. There was one being, however, that was easily discerned as not being a beast of the marshy landscape. He could feel it stalking across the ground, causing the air around it to shift.
Now fully aware of the possible threat, the shaman continued to walk down the road, mentally preparing himself for the battle likely to come.
He could feel the faint vibrations in the ground growing closer. He felt the stalker stop, felt the arrow slicing through the air.
With a flick of his hand he sent the deadly missile off course and turned to face his foe.
By the time he had done so, more of the wooden projectiles were screaming towards him.
He waved his arm and watched the missiles burn to ash. He then set his focus upon the source of these annoyances.
The shaman began to cast a spell that would undoubtedly leave the hunter as nothing more than a smear on the dirt road. However, the hunter fell dead before the shaman had even finished casting his doomsday spell.
"You dirty, fucking kill stealing rogue!" the child screamed at his computer screen.
The world of PvP. Isn't it awesome?