And this would be precisely why she loathed battlegrounds.
One: she was the highest level of her class here; therefore, she must have all the know- how of how each battle worked. Wrong. She was a terrible strategist; her way of fighting was quite simple actually. Run, find the enemy, kill the enemy, get the loot and repeat. It worked quite well for her actually.
Two: she was a paladin; therefore, no matter what she had to guard the damn flag. Hell no! She was the extra damage; she was what guaranteed the end of a fight, not a protector, well, not her class of paladin anyway. Retribution rocked!
Yet, always, because she was a sucker for guilt, she stayed behind and guarded the damnable flag.
Three: she was always all by herself.
Now, there are many reasons why this is a bad thing. Common sense dictates that there is no way a single person can guard anything, especially against an enemy as slippery as the Horde.
Alliance could really suck at times.
…
Wenz sighed heavily, watching the mass of bodies scramble out of the doors on either side of the room. The battle ground leader, a level sixty- six death knight yelled, as if trying to intimidate someone.
"OWN THEM ALL!"
She groaned, smacking her forehead. It was one thing to look like an idiot, but to open your mouth and prove it was another thing. To her horror, just about everyone yelled back in agreement.
Why was she here again?
The paladin scowled darkly at the doorway, she had been guilt- ridden, again.
Why was she such a sucker for it?
Warsong Gulch- the current battle ground scenario was her favorite place to take out her anger on the Horde, yet it was also where the Alliance had its tendencies to really screw up. The same could be said for the Horde of course, not trash talking her faction at all, but being that the draenei only saw one side…well there you have it.
When a small group of level sixty- sevens had approached her, all of them, she winced at the memory, mages, had asked her pleadingly to help in war song to gain an "ultimate victory" she had only sighed tiredly.
"Sure, I'll help out." She smiled thinly, her eye twitching as they hooted with joy. Why me…
So now here she was, alone, guarding the flag, alone. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
She prided herself at reaching level sixty- nine, she was exuberant actually. Eighty was so close; she could almost reach out to it from its very far place on the horizon. It was every warrior's ultimate dream. To be the elite of the elite, to have younger players just stand there and stare at you in awe. Yet despite being level sixty- nine with a good number of hit points and being highly talented in damage per second, the paladin knew she was no match for a massive invasion in case the Horde managed to slip past the Alliance.
Which, mind you, they always seemed to do.
And they sent those God forsaken mages in first. She hated mages.
Wenz shook her head lightly, snapping out of her internal rant and yawned widely. Whatever was going on beyond their base, she had no inkling, and she hardly cared after all.
"Oi! Base! Incoming! One upper level guy headed your way! PROTECT THE FLAG!" the battle ground leader roared, his voice shaking the spacious room, dust pelted her over the head which she swatted at angrily.
The paladin felt her eye twitch violently. After this damn thing was over, she was going to duel that annoying death knight, make him cry, beg for mercy and then laugh evilly, relishing in her moment of victory and vengeance as a crowd gathered around her and cheered her on…
Oh it would be wonderful.
Was it cold in here or was it just her?
"Ah damnit."She cursed, snapping her attention to her feet which were encased in a thick layer of ice; a spell only one class could wield so effectively…and so annoyingly well.
Mages.
Someone really hated her.
"My, my, so this is what the Alliance has to guard their flag? I am quite disappointed, I wanted a good fight too." a silky male voice just about purred at her, the mockery in velvet undertones which immediately made her blood boil.
A mage was one thing, but a mage and a stuck up blood elf?
Wenz glowered at the said male as he walked up to her slowly, a wicked smirk growing across his handsome face.
"Too bad, so sad." He blew a kiss at her, winking as he took his time to move around her and advance on the flag.
How stupid was this guy? She chuckled softly as the ice quickly vanished; she turned around, brandishing her sword and holy magic pelting the arrogant son of a youknowhat right smack in the back making him pause with a long sigh.
She hated blood elves for many reasons. One: they were too damn pretty. Even the guys. This one in particular had long orange- red hair that spiked down his back and around his long ears. His armor was black and red satin of the highest quality and it showed magnificently with a wicked looking staff strapped to his back and a wand now grasped in a gloved hand. Two: they were so damn arrogant about everything! She glowered darkly at the thought, memories of Bloodmyst soaring back over her to her first encounter with this accursed race- Matis the Cruel. Now that guy had been a real pain in the ass!
"Yeah, I don't think so pal." The paladin sneered, her eyes flashing as a feral grin grew across her face. He was also the same level as her.
Perfect- all her anger was going to be used up on this guy. And the death knight, of course.
The blood elf turned, a red brow rising as the smirk grew wider,
"So now you will try and fight me? I could have sworn you were off in la-la land when I first came in here. I was nice enough to just leave you as you were; you seemed so enamored with your thoughts after all." He stood directly in front of the flag, his wand now pointed directly at her, those green eyes narrowed in amusement.
Wenz rolled her eyes,
"I was bored as hell, cut me a bit of a break jerk. It seems like both sides are just on a standoff right now. You are the first one to come in here." She moved to the side, trying to get the mage to follow her lead, yet he stayed right where he was, that infuriating smirk still ever present on his face.
"Ah, my sincerest apologies, my dear," he bowed mockingly, his eyes never leaving hers, "it is quite the spectacle beyond these walls. Pity you have missed all the fun. The Alliance left you behind hm?" He saw an indignant flush spread across her pale blue cheeks, one of the puffing out now as those glowing eyes glared at him.
"Let's cut with the small talk shall we?" Wenz grumbled, feeling holy magic pulsating within her, begging to kick this guy's arrogant ass all the way back to Silvermoon. She grinned wickedly at the thought.
The blood elf nodded in agreement, his eyes glittering,
"Of course, of course, but let's do something rather unusual, shall we?" His hands began to glow blue, the paladin felt the icy chills and shuddered.
"Unusual? I would rather just kick your ass and go home to be quite honest." The draenei retorted with a snort. If the guy was showing off his ice magic she would show off too! Bright gold waves emanated from her, lighting up the room as she gripped her large sword tightly.
The blood elf studied her for a moment, his smirk stretching, if it was even possible, wider,
"What is your name, paladin?" he asked smoothly, his deep voice still that aggravating purr. Chills rushed down her spine before she could stop them, he noticed this and chuckled darkly.
"Why the hell do you want to know?" she snapped, the flush returning at full force on her face as the elf gave her a knowing look.
"Because it is proper to introduce oneself before rushing to the duel, is it not?" the mage replied silkily, his eyes becoming lidded so all she could see was the dark glow of green.
"Whatever, if it will get you to shut the hell up then fine," Wenz inhaled deeply, looking the elf dead in the eye before bowing mockingly, "Wenz Strider."
The blood elf's smirk turned into a wicked grin. He always got what he wanted.
"Suiting, very suiting," he watched amusedly as her flush burned brightly on her face once more before bowing deeply himself, "Slavion Bloodfell."
The female nodded curtly before her expression grew feral once more,
"Let's begin shall we?"
Ice met light magic before either was prepared, the shockwaves shook the room and everything went to hell from there.
…
Wenz groaned in pain, her body felt as if it had been stabbed by a million daggers paired with the flaring burns that now littered along her torso, revealing various bits of flesh here and there. They had been hacking away at each other ruthlessly, tossing out taunts and jibes as they went, just to fuel the fight on. When all of a sudden the stupid elf summoned an elemental of some sort that immediately swooped down on her, draining her of all mana and adding his lovely share of ice bolts to the mage's own spell power, in short, she had been so pathetically owned it was not even funny.
The last thing she remembered was seeing the mage glow an odd shade of purple before feeling a shockwave unlike any she had ever felt before in her life, it grasped hold of her, making her gasp out loud in shock, and slammed her violently into the stone wall. She remembered vaguely, feeling the rough cold stone scratch at her back as she slipped down its surface darkness swooping over her vision, blood pooling beneath her and then blissful nothingness.
She craned her head up and just about shrieked. The blood elf, Slavion, was out cold unconscious as well.
Yet how in the unholy hell had he ended up on top of her? She was nothing short of a little freaked out. Her sword was nowhere within reach or sight and his body firmly kept her pinned down to the cold floor.
"I wish I had just died." Wenz moaned wincing slightly as the ethereal lights of the room jabbed at her eyes making her jam them shut immediately.
Maybe she could just lie here for a while. Wake up and this all was just a terrible nightmare…
Something was touching her face.
A warm hand was running down it almost soothingly while another was petting her long, black hair. She groaned softly, swatting at it sluggishly. This earned her a deep chuckle in response.
"You are quite cute when you sleep, Wenz Strider." That voice!
Wenz bolted up sharply only to be forced back down immediately, that voice scolding.
"You are in no condition to move, so just lie there."
"What the hell-?" she hissed opening her eyes slowly and glaring at the blood elf who, she noted with smug satisfaction, looked like hell too, and was also crouched next to her glaring at her through bleary green eyes.
"Be quiet, paladin, your talking is only making your condition worse."
She sighed out exasperatedly, letting her eyes close once more, her teeth gritting against the dull tremors of pain that continued to assault her body.
"Why should you care? You won, got get the flag, end this pathetic battle ground."
"Why would I want to do that?" Slavion replied slowly, a smirk back on his face, "that would just ruin all my fun you know."
"Besides," he scowled at her as he toyed agitatedly at his robes, "I cannot move anymore, it seems this battle ended in a draw, which, mind you, comes quite as a shock for me. I usually defeat every paladin I come across with complete absolution."
The paladin could not help but laugh out loud with a dramatic eye roll, coughing slightly,
"Of course it did. Damn. Now we are stuck here." She glanced sideways, noticing the elf had lain back down alongside her with a soft sigh, kneading his forehead gingerly.
"I guess so or at least for another fifteen minutes." The mage replied wearily now. He was completely drained of all mana resources; he did not think he would have to pull out every spell he knew on this girl. It had been quite the battle.
"For a stinking, arrogant, pig headed mage and pretty boy, you were pretty awesome." Wenz chuckled, feeling light headed, her words just slipping out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Slavion chuckled softly, amused,
"And for a foul mouthed, lazy, air head and goat, you were not too bad yourself."
Wenz was far too out of it to even react to his insult, she just laughed.
"This is so weird."
The blood elf nodded slowly, shielding his eyes from the light,
"Understatement. Our factions are going to either laugh their asses off or flay us alive, what do you think?"
Wenz snorted, a scowl growing on her face,
"My faction won't give a damn. I so want to kick that arrogant asshole's ass."
"Oh your charming leader? I had the pleasure of silencing his loud mouth on the way here." He cackled wickedly at the memory, the girl joined in, rubbing her hands together.
"I wish I had been there! I will have to finish him off later." She punched the air weakly before letting it fall limp again.
The mage laughed at the sight, cocking a brow at her,
"You are an odd one, you know."
She grinned widely at this, or as wide as she could in her beaten up state,
"Damn straight! I drive every other paladin crazy because I am not all self righteous and condemning the unholy and blah."
He shook his head, amused beyond all belief now yet remained quiet.
Minutes passed as they both just lied there, immobilized from their various wounds and from exhaustion until Wenz grumbled.
"Did you have to send that demented elemental after me like that? That guy was trying to eat me!"
Slavion chuckled; his eyes closed, a taunting smirk on his face,
"Lathes loves to fight. He especially loves to fight female draenei. I do not know why."
The girl continued to grumble mutinously under her breath, eyeing a particularly nasty bruise growing along her revealed side.
"And did you absolutely have to use every blessed hammer you have? I mean they were all over the place! Swooping around my head, banging me on top of the head, flying at my head…" the blood elf mumbled, kneading his head tenderly. It hurt like hell.
Wenz snorted, folding her hands behind her head and threw him an amused look,
"When a paladin starts getting desperate, we throw every hammer we have. It usually works quite well."
"Desperate? I noticed you never healed yourself."
"Well of course not, it was a duel; you cannot heal yourself so I did not heal myself."
"You are so weird."
"Oh shove it pretty boy."
Silence settled between them again, before a sharp ring echoed across the room indicating her annoying leader was yelling again.
"Oi paladin? Did you defeat that sorry assed mage?"
Wenz flicked off the voice and let her eyes slip close.
"Well even if you did, it wouldn't mean anything. We were annihilated! Destroyed!"
Wenz rolled her eyes as Slavion chuckled at this, deeply amused.
"So we have to reschedule, we have to attain a victory! Glory to the Alliance!"
"Like hell." Wenz mumbled, letting her eyes slip close again.
After a couple of moments, the mage spoke up again, quietly.
"Oh why not? I would say this was rather entertaining don't you?"
The draenei could not help but to smile at this, opening one eye at the elf who was also looking at her, a genuine smile also on his face.
"You know, I agree, I may just have to come back now."
The smirk returned at full force,
"Next time, I am going to make sure you cannot snap out of la- la land."
Her expression grew dangerously feral,
"Next time, I am sending you to Silvermoon with a hoof print permanently imbedded in your ass."
They both laughed at this before the timer rang off, announcing the stand still of the two factions. Slavion looked across at the draenei, chuckling lightly.
"Until we meet again, my cute little paladin."
She smirked at him coyly,
"Right back at you pretty boy."
Battle grounds would never again be the same.
Now she had some death knight ass to kick…
To be continued?
I hope you all enjoyed this, it is very random and quite unrealistic (from WOW) I know, but it made me laugh as I wrote it so there you have it. I always kind of wished that the Horde and the Alliance could somehow communicate with one another (beside the gestures and the like). Anyhow, review if you so wish and if this is liked enough, perhaps I will write a continuation? Thank you for reading!
~Ever-Wandering