CHAPTER TWO:
The battle escalated so quickly that within minutes if someone hadn't thrown a punch they were either blind or had been knocked out before they could.
At the center of it all was a fairly lame struggle between Ragebrew and 'the Paladin', as he had nicknamed him in the split second before he had been tackled out of the window.
Weapons were being drawn all around them and Ragebrew was resisting the urge to draw his when he noticed that the Paladin was still throwing fairly graceful yet offhand punches that if anything was just denting Ragebrew's steel plate armour.
As the Paladin launched another of his graceful punches Ragebrew was caught off guard as the armoured fist slammed right into his forehead and sent him spinning to the floor. Thoughts along the lines of I'm to old for this nonsense crossed Ragebrew's mind until he reminded himself that he was a Warrior – those were shameful thoughts.
Getting back to his feet he decided to join the crowd, pulling out the only decent item on his person, his sword, which wasn't any of the fancy weapons that so many of his peers had found. He called it Bloodshed after he had used to it in a single-handed defeat of an entire gang of Horde, and that had happened only a day after he had crafted it himself from a huge chunk of thorium he had found in Searing Gorge during a guild outing.
The whole sword was of simple design with a reinforced gold handle and a well-sharpened and ever glistening thorium blade, except he had followed an old way of Blacksmithing and placed small runes down the center of both faces of the blade. These runes, while originally intended for aesthetic purposes, seemed to every now and then give Ragebrew a deep seated sense of calmness and focus, which had saved him from making many deadly mistakes as his guilds lead Warrior.
His reminiscing finished around the same time as he realized that the Paladin was charging him, his own weapon – Ragebrew recongnised it as Ashkandi, and made a mental note to question the paladin on how he came about the legendary sword of Anduin Lothar – drawn and in a striking pose.
Ragebrew felt the sword vibrate and in an instant he became as composed as you would ever find anyone who was about to duel with Ashkandi. Holding Bloodshed loosely at his right side, his hand holding it firmly but with room to move, Ragebrew waited until the Paladin was right upon him to make his move.
The Paladin, obviously not sure how far he wanted to go with the attack, lunged Ashkandi towards Ragebrew's stomach much the same way as he had been punching earlier. When Ragbrew turned on his side to let the blade pass through the Paladin kept his momentum and when he was on the other side of Ragebrew he swung Ashkandi in a full arc in an attempt to cut off the dwarf's head.
Ragebrew managed to bring Bloodshed up and center in time to block the attack, but in the end his own blade dinged against his helm from the impact of the powerful blow. This would usually have signaled a winner in duel, but not willing to lose like that Ragebrew simply ran at the Paladin and shouldered him off his feet, knocking his sword out of his hands and into the hands of Fizzle who was busy fire-blasting a warlock's Voidwalker back into oblivion. Ragebrew stood over the paladin who was now clutching his stomach and pointed the tip of Bloodshed into his neck. The Paladin simply smiled and kicked Ragebrew in the groin and then they were both in the floor clutching at something.
Fizzle walked over to the two, and instead of helping either one of them to their feet, he held his left palm facing Ragebrew and his right facing the Paladin and sent a cone of cold into both of them, knocking them out and freezing them solid.
Fizzle shook his head, "It seems wherever you go Ragbrew you are just trouble waiting to happen, and here I was hoping that you had changed…"
A booming voice behind Fizzle announced the approach of the one and only King of Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard.
"Heed me good folk of Ironforge, put down ye arms lest me guards smack ya all back to las' week".
Magni approached Fizzle with caution, "You did not start this me boy?" he asked Fizzle placing his arm on Fizzle's tiny shoulder.
"I did not good king, an old friend did… it seems Rathtalamar Ragebrew doesn't not learn from bad experiences!" Fizzle exclaimed in an attempt to make the incident sound more trivial. In short the King was not an idiot.
"Ahh, well he will have much time to learn whilst imprisoned," the King said as he motioned to the two lumbering balls of steel armour, known as the King's Escort, to come and drag Ragebrew away, "and I trust you do not make foolish friends so I expect he will leave quietly after his trial and nev…" Fizzle cut the King off.
"Trial?! But sir he didn't cause much more then a large scuffle! Did he?" The King's face went stone-cold.
"Three are dead and one is close to it, the rest are minor injuries, I can suggest a lawyer if you want him to have one" the King chuckled dryly as he left the scene.
The following day five letters were sent out to those who were to attend the trial of Corporal Rathtalamar Ragebrew for crimes against the citizenry of Ironforge.
The first and second letters were sent to Ragebrew's wife and son both of which arrived at Ironforge not a day later then when they received the ill news.
The third letter went on the longest travel to a camp near the Bay of Storms in Azshara where Ragebrew's long-time rival and friend, the Dwarf Hunter, Maxus, sat and enjoyed a cup of tea with his two pet Boars: Hammer and Nail. Upon receiving the letter he set off at once for the flight path that would take him back to Theramore, where he would catch a boat back to his hometown in the Wetlands.
The fourth recipient was the only remaining Druid from when Tribute had been led by Rathtalamar, The Night Elf known as Spikey as he had never divulged his true name, or age for that matter. Upon receiving the letter the Druid took upon the form of a Storm-crow and was whisked away into the wind soon after the transformation was complete.
The final letter had no need of being sent out as the Draenai it was to go to heard all about the event from where he was lodged in Stormwind, The Shaman had a ticket on the tram to Ironforge on the date of the trial, so he set about enjoying his time there, instead of the future of his most loathed 'leader'.
I know this sounds like the nexy chapter will be crap, but the trial will go for like maybe 4 paragraphs then some shit happens and they (though most dont know it) are on their way to northrend to kick some scourge ass. I also need to use the chapter to explain what Rath did in his past, and it will be challenging and i dont have much time lately to write any of my stories so they are all slowed down to a dead crawl as far as updates go. Im sorry for that i really am