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Valena cursed and cast another spell, glowing green eyes wide, panic rising and threating to choke her. No matter where she turned, the dead surrounded her on all sides, and she could not find her bulky friend anywhere. She cast spell after spell with quickly - quicker than many could, and they were powerful spells. A narrow passage became clear as the bodies fell; a way to escape. The spells she was casting were not of her speciality, and the alignment contrast was taking a toll on her magic reserves. She charged through the clearing, a concentrated light appearing when a ghoul abruptly interfered, the spell cutting through the decayed being with ease. She ran as fast as she could, but burdened with Gandin's cloak it wasn't as fast as normal. Dead hands reached for, grasping at her minimal clothing, tangling in her hair, tearing at the bear-skin cloak.
Finally breaking free of the dead, she gulped the cold air and looked for Gandin. Still there was no sight of him. "No..." Valena felt terror clenching at her stomach muscles and her heart did a few flips. Suddenly there was a powerful explosion of sort, bodies flying far away as Gandin stood tall and proud, chest out and head thrown back, a deep howl ripping from his opened mouth. He was covered in coagulated and fresh blood alike. Valena smiled in relief and healed him quickly, then started to attack the masses that crowded him. "Run, Valena, there are too many. Run!"
Fear clawed down her throat when she heard to stark panic in Gandin's voice. "What? Don't be an idiot Gandin. You need me." She continued casting, apart from the crowd of undead that swarmed the proud tauren. Another roar came from the warrior, and even with all Valena's skills at healing, he was quickly running out of energy. She cursed and picked off as many undead as she could, but as soon as they fell others replaced them. This was unreal! How could the two of them hope to escape? She would not - could not - abandon Gandin. Valena cast spell after spell, and slowly, ever so slowly, the tide began to thin. There were considerably less ghouls then there had been, and the priest allowed herself a small sliver of hope. The tauren warrior was brutal in his destruction, obliterating any foes that stood before him, thick blood dripping from his hair and fur. She kept healing him and casting spells, already feeling the drain on her reserves and exhaustion seeping in.
Abruptly the sky darkened a sickly purple and green swirl. Valen felt an enormous pressure weight down on her, smothering her breath. Agony pounded in the confindes of her head and the Blood Elf doubled over and held her head in her hands, screaming at the endless, boundless pain that clawed at her mind. She fell to her knees, the pressure so vast she felt her skin split open, peeling back...
Like a sudden inhilation the pressure was sucked back, and then a heavy silence that slowly filtered through the haze she was in. Valena looked around and found all the ghouls fallen; lifeless corpses one more. Searching through blearily eyes she saw Gandin, tall and panting, his breath forming into clouds and seemingly unaffected by the strange phenomon. Steam rose from his shoulders and head, and from several wounds she had yet to heal. Blood dripped steadily from his body to paint the snow around him, spurred on by his furiously pumping heart.
Another stood before the tauren, white dead eyes intent on the warrior. It might have once been human, but whatever corrupt power animated it had enlarged it. A skull of some unknown animal that resembled a goat was placed on a head full of long, ash blonde hair. Clad in blue robes and skulls, it's smile was full of scorn, and it was clapping contemptuously. "Well done. Quite an impressive display, considering you have had admittedly little experience in dealing with the Scourge." It's voice sounded like a snake slithering on skulls, soft and rasping, scaled skin whispering against bone. Valena blinked and tried desperately to clear the fog that held her, her head still dully thudding. "Would I say it's enough to warrant the attention of the Lich King personally? Does a god praise an ant? Ah, but his will cannot be denied, and I am called to harvest again."
Before she could so much as move, a black and violet ethereal coil crackling with dark energies lashed out and took hold of Gandin. It snapped back toward the necromancer with the tauren in it's grasp, and in one quick motion it lunged forward, a blackened sword piercing through Gandin's heart. Valena heard herself cry out in shock, and her own heart felt the piercing blow. The massive tauren went slack immediately, impaled on that onyx steel. Valena pulled herself to her feet, and started to run, but strong hands pulled her back and held fast to her. She cursed loudly, a string of impressive profanties tumbling from her mouth as the strong hands pulled her away. The necromancer looked at her then, and she felt cold in it's gaze. Hate greater than she could bare grew solid in her abdomen. It smiled smugly and spoke, Gandin's weight in no way encumbering the creature. "Death is the ultimate epitome and mortal kinds greatest destiny, Blood Elf. In due time you will understand that." With those words the tremedous pressure returned, hitting the priest's head like a blacksmith's hammer. When the blackness receded from the Blood Elf's sight, the necromancer and Gandin were no more.
The strong hands released her, and she turned to see Argent Crusade soldiers fanning around her, weapons brandished though the soldiers staggered with the force of the necromancer's departure.