A heavy stride is heard as a Sapphire Panther steps first from the portal, it's rider daring to come onto the battlefield without her helmet. Although both sides have retreated, there is no doubt there could be stragglers, danger lurking around every corner. Snapping the reigns the animal would take off at a dead sprint, reaching the destination within seconds. Stopping the animal she would step down, a gentle hand running over it's head to emit a soft purr, "Let's see what we have here." Looking over the farm it would be in ruin, completely taken by the rages of war, flames still holding onto the windmills propeller, but otherwise that area is intact. The silo behind the farm lost a good chunk of the wall, and the Commander goes to investigate, her hand brushing the cleanly cut stone with a frown, "What did this? Surely it couldn't have been the power of the Alliance." Turning she bumps right into the snout of her companion, letting out a small laugh, her first of the day, "Sorry, didn't know you were coming." It tilts it's head and kneels to allow her to get back on, the woman does so and moves towards where the map shows some sort of blacksmith. It seems the hatred didn't wash over this place, either completely missing it in trying to raid the gold mine, or the fighting didn't happen here. She investigates regardless, moving into the building quietly so as not to disturb anyone that may be there. Her frown deepens as she moves around the fire, finding Iron Horde weapons half forged, some attempts at repair obvious. Grabbing up an axe she growls, squeezing the hilt so tightly it bends in her grip, and then she hears a crack behind her. Knowing he has been found out when the elves ears twitch the Orc attempts to charge, roaring as he brings down a heavy sword at the woman. Slamming it straight down she is gone in an instant, the sword crashing into the wood below it. He feels the weight of an axe slam into the back of his knees, crumpling to the floor with a loud 'THUD'! Tiriari is on top of him within moments, gripping is braid and lifting his head only to slam it back into the wood floor, her plate boot pressing to the back of his neck, hand lifting to bind his hands with powers he could not understand, "Why is a Fel Horde imbecile bothering with miniscule repairs on a battleground long retreated from?" She spits in fluent Orcish, the axe blade scraping menacingly above his fingers. He screeches, foam created at the sides of his mouth as his eyes try to meet his conqueror, "You have no right to come here! We beat back the other elves! Just because you can beat one doesn't mean you will beat those who come! They come!" She lifts the axe and slams it down, two of his fingers suddenly taken from his hand. He screams this time without malice purely pain, he turns his head sideways to slam it into the wood himself trying not to think about what just happened, "I'm not in the mood to play your stupid games, tell me what you are doing in Arathi Basin, now." The axe rests against his wrist now and his eyes show a broken orc, "Chieftain Deadeye sent us, he said we must continue to grow, continue to conquer, and he will not stop until all fall to the might of the Iron Horde!" With a swift kick to his head, he is out cold, the woman growling as she puts her hands where she just kicked, "Show me, show me what he knows!" Her hand glows green, the dark magic causing him to shake violently as she watches through his eyes what unfolded right there at the blacksmith. There she was, the love of her life, fighting to stay alive, fighting to keep her comrades alive, fear never showing on her determined face. Keeping the memory on Adrienne she would watch as they push back the Iron Horde, taking out orc after orc as they poured from a black portal onto the battlefield. The Horde and Alliance forget their fight for a moment and work together to continue pressing them back, though the multiplying numbers falling from the portal quickly push them down the road. The farm comes into sight as she takes the orcs body forward, following them to where they are pushed. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a Shaman, a well geared one at that, coming from the shadows behind them, "That sneak! Adrienne move!" She cries out, but she knows it's a lost cause, the vision only a memory. His approach isn't seen by any until it's too late, a beam of fel magic shooting straight from the sky, into Adrienne and the Human Alliance healer. Writhing in agony they collapse to the ground, clutching their chests until a white light emerges from it, tearing out of their bodies and disappearing into the sky along with the dark magic. They both collapse to the ground, the others feel the healing stop, and turn to scoop both of their limp bodies up in retreat. The Shaman's spiky armor does little to hide his orc form, but the wolf mask completely conceals it's face, the only distinct marking a dark tattoo down his arm of a serpent coiling a blade much like the one Kilrogg has around his neck. The Shaman turns menacingly, looking right back into the orcs eyes, his hands reaching up to point at the orc she uses, the others charging at him. Tiri's hand jerks back from the orc's head, her anger overtaking her as he opens his eyes and howls, one last attempt to grab at her fails as his head rolls to a stop beside the broken and melted weapons. Dropping the axe she runs out of the building, right past her mount who obediently follows, but she does not ride him. Instead she sprints all the way to where her love fell, knees hitting the ground as she shoves her fingers into the dirt. A single tear escapes from her eye as she looks up, "I'm sorry Adri... I'm so sorry..." looking around she swears she saw the Shaman, felt him here, "I'm going to destroy you!" She screams out in anger, more tears falling down her cheeks and into the soft dirt. The ground lights up around her, the woman letting the magic she wields run rampant in sparks of light, ribbons curling around her body in a wide circle. The silence is eery as she kneels there with this magic, flashes of Adrienne falling tormenting her mind. A soft noise comes from the wreckage around her, but she doesn't react. Her despair at almost losing her love keeps her body still, though she does not cry as before, completely silent. Another noise and a gentle call causes her to look up, a human coming from around the mutilated barn, his approach is slow, unalarming, but cautious. He stops outside of Tiri's sphere of magic, kneeling down where the other large scorch mark is to press his hand to the dirt. His other hand lifts and swipes away tears that dare taint his cheek, his hunched body suddenly lurching forward as his hand hides his face completely, the man broken and sobbing just like she is, "D-did..." He speaks in common, her ears coming alert as she translates in her mind, "Did yours survive?" He asks her gently, the elf looks up to stare directly at him, her magic disappears as she reels in her emotions. Any other time this human would already have a sword upon him, they would already be in the heat of battle, but something in his voice when he asks stops her, "She did, yours?" Her voice is filled with compassion, but his choking cries are all the answer she needs. "We usually look to the light, but she was my wife, I find I have no heart left to hold the light in. I am completely lost without her." Already kneeling Tiriari would begin a gentle incantation the man starts a little but he does not stop her, more than ready to take the blow he believes her to be casting. Instead, the ribbons that once flew around her unroll again, moving too slowly roll in a sphere around him, his chest only heaving more as he sobs once again, her kindness causing him to fall apart. The ribbons heal his ailments, but also wrap him in a warmth unmatched as it holds him close. His wife appears in a form made by the light, walking towards him in silence. Tiriari stands, the Human scrambling up as well to look to his lost love then to the elven woman, his hand clenches in a fist and pounds to his chest in a form of respect, "Thank you, Commander." To hear him say such a high ranking, and in her language nonetheless touches her heart, she nods firmly, turns to walk away and let them have their moments, precious as they are.