Rehgar and Varian

Reunion: Gladiators

A wooden training sword clattered to the ground. The owner, Varian, was not deterred and fought on using the second practice weapon he'd taken into the fight. He was holding nothing back, making brutal two-handed strikes that were amazingly difficult to block.

His opponent was Rehgar, also fighting with all the fury of a wolf. The practice gauntlet he was slashing with had started the match pristine, but now bore several indentations where it had blocked Varian's strikes. Varian raised his battered sword and made a mighty overhead strike. Rehgar twisted and blocked with his gauntlet.

There was a resounding CRACK! as the training sword shattered into pieces, the weapon reduced to just a few inches in length. Rehgar stabbed, and Varian managed to catch the blow on what was left of the blade, but the blade simply fell apart, and the attack went through.

A bell dinged, signalling the end of the match.

Rehgar inspected his own weapon, finding a large split in the wood. "Not bad, Lo'gosh. Another round of the arena?"

Varian was already walking over to a large box full of practice swords. "Of course. Are you ready, old master?"

The bell dinged again, starting the fifth consecutive match.

Development: Leaders

The hearth of Varian's home burned. Although back in Stormwind, it would have been tended to by servants, Varian had never forgotten how to make a good fire to sit by.

There was a large oak table in the corner of the room, with a giant map of Azeroth spread out over it. Rehgar sat at one side of the table.

Varian sat opposite him. "So, Rehgar. I hear you became the chief shaman of the Earthen Ring. What else did you do once I left your service?"

Rehgar laughed "Service makes gladiatorial combat sound better than it was, king. I always did wonder how you had such combat potential. Still, I joined Thrall's followers. Worked up to being one of his best. Eventually joined the Earthen Ring, and there you go. Best shaman of the lot." he said.

"How was it, leading your fellows? I can't decide whether it would be closer to training mages or warriors." Said Varian

Rehgar scratched his chin. "Hrm. Mages, but with a lot more focus on spirit. And in most cases, training the body can help that. You should have seen us when we went off to fight. How did you get on at that big battle, just before I accepted my place in the Nexus. The one at the, Broken shore, wasn't it?"

Varian shifted "I died. But a leader must be prepared to give their life for thier people. You would do the same for the Earthen Ring, wouldn't you?"

"In a heartbeat" Said Rehgar.

Friendship: Battle

A plume of blue dust rose over the rocks of the Battlefield of Eternity. Varian and Rehgar were rushing for the raging battle, but as they neared the teamfight, another two death bells were rung.

Varian dismounted and drew the two halves of Shalamayne. "We're too late. We'd best fall back to our immortal."

Rehgar came up behind him "Not sure if we can hold it as two."

Varian heard a noise. A sort of 'thwoop'... Definitely not from Azeroth... He realised what it was.

"Rehgar, get down!" Varian's command didn't actually matter, since he tackled the surprised support as he said the words. A phase prism impacted him through the wall, and Varian found himself facing Jaina, Kerrigan, Lunara and Morales.

He deflected the initial burst of spells with the shield wall parry, but it was four against one. Varian charged.

And in that charge, he felt fury. He felt power, every fiber of his being uniting in a roar of battle. It was Bloodlust.

Shalamayne tore through Lunara like paper, the charge having closed the gap. Another round of attacks landed against Varian, but his wounds were closing faster than they appeared. Jaina was next. She hit Varian with a frostbolt at point blank, doing nothing but buying her an extra half second to say goodbye.

Rehgar entered the fray at this point. Morales hit him directly in the chest with a military displacement grenade, designed to knock five-metre long hydralisks away.

The innate magic of Azeroth's dwellers dampened the blow, and Rehgar's heroic resistance took the rest. Within the moment, the ghost wolf set upon the medic, swatting her shield aside.

Varian turned to Kerrigan next. Kerrigan was smart, and unlike her two fallen allies was in a position not to fight Varian. She leapt for Rehgar, wings poised to rip him apart, and was knocked out of the air by a shockwave from Varian's blades. Varian didn't have time to finish her, but Kerrigan was in no condition to move.

Artanis rounded the corner to see the wreckage of his team. Morales fell before he could get near, and Kerrigan was so injured she was effectively dead. He charged nonetheless, to avenge his team. Varian easily matched him blow for blow, Artanis was trained to perfection but Varian was still under the influence of Bloodlust. His strokes were faster, and mending. Rehgar didn't stop to rest, calling upon the elements to mend Varian's wounds and slashing with his gauntlet at every opportunity.

Artanis was defeated moments before the spell faded, leaving a pair of exhausted fighters.

Varian sheathed his swords "Thanks, Rehgar.".

"No problem, Lo'gosh" Replied a tired orc "You did well"

Notes: I will still create my own matchups if there are no requests. However, requests take priority.

Lucario: I think you should just try and keep it simple and short, and maybe avoid mentioning Brightwing?