Actionsparda listened in on a horrible act committed by the local pet keeper at a local goblin village just outside of Orgrimmar. Action was a goblin from the old Bigwater Cartel. He was pretty humble for a Goblin, let alone a warlock!
Warlocks wanted power, plain and simple. They were shaman or druids that wanted to get stronger and had always been bitter rivals with the traditional mages. Regardless, this did not make Actionsparda a bad person by any means, at least amongst the Horde, a group of strength and honor, which is where our story takes place.
...but that was another story. Right now though Action just wanted to help, and now was definitely a time to do so.
Actionsparda ran up to our damsel in distress, having heard the whole story from watching in the distance while preparing a raid on the evil Venture Co. (several mixed races destroying the homeland for profit). He realized that not only was she far too young to be out there anyway, but without a pet like Mr. Oinky to help distract the enemy and avoid certain death, going out into the battlefield like that was certain death for any hunter, let alone such a young novice. These enemies and the natural wildlife around here were vicious! He could not catch up to her on foot!
Action called upon the energies natural to him through a summoning technique he had finally just learned, and when the purplish-pink circle had begun to glow brightly, he yelled out "Felsteed!", and with a leap into the air and a small red circular fissure beneath him, a fiery horse appeared within a grey puff of smoke! Action rode Felsteed after the girl.
"Mr. Oinky!" the girl kept calling for all living things, friendly and non, to head. "Come back Mr. Oinky!"
"Hey, little girl!" Actionsparda called out to the little Goblin. "Wait, Stop! Don't..."
But he was too late! In her emotional state the poor girl had stumbled upon a large Sabertooth's territory!
As it rose and growled viciously, the poor girl froze in her tracks, boots shaking in their place.
As it began to lunge for her, Action realized that he shouldn't kill something in from of this poor girl, but at this point he was running low on options. Here in the wild it was either kill or be killed! The notion itself of this vast near-wasteland of a savanna was enough to draw fear into the likes of many!
Fear...that was it!
As quickly but calmly as he could, Action dismissed his noble mount into another puff of smoke from where it came and began chanting to himself under his breath, trying as hat as he could to reach the Sabertooth's with his dark magic spell and save the little girl...before it was to late!