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The death knight's luminous blue eyes glared out of his dark helm over the frozen valleys of Alterac.
Much blood had been spilled on this ground as the Frostwolf Clan and the Stormpike Guard fought for control of those mountains. And now more would flow, as the merciless gaze fell on a lone Tauren warrior loping down the snow dusted road, his long legged strides covering the ground with deceptive speed.
Drawing the great rune covered blade from his back the death knight waited until his victim was directly below him, then let loose a fearsome roar and charged.
Korvan Stonehorn whipped around at the strange call and his breath froze in his chest as he beheld the nightmarish form of a death knight barreling down a hill towards him.
He had been lucky so far to have avoided encountering one of the terrifying warriors, but it looked like his luck had run out.
Hands shaking he drew his axe and shield, preparing to battle, even as he took a unconscious step back. But a spark of pride flaring in his heart prevented him taking another. He was a warrior of the Tauren people, they who had stood firm against the brutal centaur and quillboar. Live or die, he would meet his fate without flinching.
With that thought firmly in mind he narrowed his eyes and ground his blocky teeth together. Taking a firmer hold on his weapons he readied himself as his dark foe came ever closer. Raising his shield before him, his gaze followed the death knight as he descended the hill, unwavering determination in his eyes.
But determination gave way to puzzlement as the death knight reached the bottom of the hill and Korvan's gaze continued to drop. Then puzzlement gave way to a dumbfounded stare as a fact that had been kicking at the back of his consciousness finally made itself heard.
The death knight wasn't even three feet tall. The death knight was a gnome.
Blinking stupidly Korvan stared as the gnome raced towards him, short legs pumping furiously. Tilting his head to one side the confused Tauren let his arms drop as he watched his opponent raise a sword that was bigger than the gnome himself. Absently he wondered how something that moved so energetically could cover so little ground. It had been nearly twenty seconds since he'd first seen the death knight.
"Diiiieeeee!" the gnome screamed, covering the last few yards at a sprint. With a two-handed grip he brought his rune blade around in a broad swing.
Which didn't even come close as Korvan lifted one hoof and planted it against the death knight's helm. Coming to a dead stop the gnome swung his sword back and forth, the rune-etched blade swishing harmlessly through the air.
Staring at the diminutive warrior as one might a rabid duck, Korvan wondered how anyone could find this intimidating. It was like being threatened by a savage bunny. Over all this battle was a little pathetic.
Sighing, Korvan gave the gnome a little shove with his hoof.
Stumbling back the death knight caught himself before he fell and came back with a mighty cry only to meet the Tauren's hoof coming the other way.
With a clang of hoof meeting dark plate, Korvan punted the death knight off the road, watching as the dark form arced through the air with a high pitched "Eeeeeeeeeee!" before disappearing into a snowdrift with a soft thwump.
Staring at the small hole in the snow for a moment Korvan shook his head then turned and loped away towards the ongoing battle.
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