Chapter Two
She kept her word alright, three exhausting days of torture, ressurection, only to die countless times over and over again. Gujarek's soul was breaking, that much was apparent from the near lifeless look in his eyes. Dark red color surrounded the orbs, downcasted in a thousand yard stare into the very details of the cobble beneath him. Neither of the Shaman's had broken a sweat, simply grinning from ear to ear before casting their eyes up to the small platform hanging above the pit Gujarek was bound in. Static hung in the air for a moment before the voice began to speak.
"That'll be all gentlemen, leave him be" How her voice dripped with the sadism made his whole body tremble. Well, with what very miniscule ounce of strength he had left. Barely enough to blink.
"Now, Darling...Surely you must have an answer for my question now, right?" Before he knew it, the platform as being lowered before him. Unable to even look up to meet her gaze, he knew the look that held her features. A grin, her white teeth shining from the light above. Unresponsive like the last three times she asked him while he was being beat.
"..." Reaching down, she drew her fingers gently through his hair. A sudden screeching sound of metal filled the room as suddenly Gujarek stood on his feet. Hands meer inches from her neck, but the chains keeping him restrained. She didn't even flinch. His whole body ablaze, the very fiber of his race burning through him. Blood Fury now apparent as it clung to his body, the red energy coiling across his chest.
"I'll...Kill you..." His endocrine system working overtime, producing just enough Adrenaline to keep him stable. His heart racing faster, pulse quickening, and blood vessels constricting. Pulling harder on the chains now, they groaned in protest. Yet she stood there, watching him curiously as he soon tore the chains from the walls. Roaring loudly; like a beast on a rampage, his fist was quick to come down to crush the Woman's head. However, just before he was caught at the wrist by a familiar whip. Turning to see the Draenei staring him down, Gujarek's guttural roar echoed through the halls as he quickly grasped onto the whip. Before the Shaman could even react, he was being pulled towards the blood-thristy Orc.
"LOK'TAR OGAR!" One hand wrapping tightly around the neck of the Draenei as he stood up infront of the Orc. Reeling one hand back, it connected with the Enemies face, the audible crushing noise of bones breaking could be heard. Whip still in his hand, he continued to retract and connect time after time with the Draenei's face, the sharp thorns cutting and piercing his face.
"WHAT'S THE MATTER, COWARD. WHERE ARE YOUR BROTHERS NOW?!" Gujarek wasn't even aware of what he was saying, he was however aware of his fist crushing in an Orbit of the Draenei's skull, along with his Mandible and Maxilla, unable to even respond to the Orc. Both hands now wrapped around the Shaman's neck, and through the blood pulp ridden eyes, he witnessed his last moments as those crushing hands destroyed the tough Trachea, ending all flow of Oxygen. With a swift snap, the Shaman's neck turned a rather gruesome angle that ended his life.
"..." Panting deeply, Gujarek turned to stare down the Woman before him.
"Impressive, truly impressive..." She clapped her hands together.
"What I expected of an Orc of your magnitude. A true Orc.." It was only now that Gujarek realized that she wasn't even Human. Her burning blue eyes stared him down, sharp pointed ears showing through her shoulder long hair. Quel'Dorei. His whole tensed further now, an even more instatiable urge to snap her neck over came him.
"Although, if I were you, Gujarek. I'd wait until you've fully recovered before you try to take on an Archmage. Unless of course, you've still got enough power in you to snap my neck too" There was no hesitation as the Orc began to close the gap between them, feet slapping against the cobble stone floor.
"I'll kill you...Sl-..." Falling to his knees meer inches from her, he once more landed on his face. That darkness wrapping around the corners of his eyes as he stared at the white shoes she wore.
"Tch, poor poor, Darling. You seem tired..Well, I'll let you rest. You've earned it..." Her words stared to become fuzzy to him.
"Car-...Clean hi-...Room" Closing his eyes, Gujarek quickly slipped back into that familiar feeling of limbo, wrapped in nothing but darkness. Someone...Please.