Chapter Eight
The day had been long and trying. The sun was low in the sky as the paladin exited the settlement. She traveled onward feeling very pleased about the slaying of so many demons and warlocks. The Light's will had been done, and the evil had been cast down.
Moving through the desert was trying work, and soon Cyclonia became tired of walking. She was not displeased when the sun fell behind the horizon, and she had to make camp. The fire was warm and inviting, and her bedroll was soft. Upon lying down, her eyes fell shut unaided. She slept soundly in the gentle glow of the bonfire, oblivious of those who stood close by, hidden in the night.
A scuff of dirt and an angry grunt brought Cyclonia into the waking world. Her eyes opened in time to see a club falling down at her. With a swift movement, she threw herself aside, nearly landing in the fire. She rolled to a kneeling position, and glared at her attacker, they had met before. Standing a few feet away stood one of the trolls from Razor Hill. He had come to wash him self of the shame of his humiliation.
"What do you want?" she growled at him knowing full well what he wanted
"You shame me in da town, now you gonna pay."
"Some people have to have things the hard way. Very well then."
The troll leapt forward, clearing the distance between them. He swung his club at her horizontally. Predicting the coming attack, Cyclonia ducked under his arm and came to a stand behind him. As he turned he struck out again hoping to catch her off guard, but she was ready again. Putting up her forearms, she stopped the blow; subsequently she grabbed his wrist and applied torque to the elbow, leaving him in her control. She stepped around in a circle, and used the momentum to swing the thug into the fire.
The troll howled in pain as he passed through the flames. Cyclonia vaulted over the low fire, and landed directly behind her target. Turning to face her the troll's expression changer as he saw a purple fist coming rapidly towards him. As her fist crashed against his chin, the enemy fell to the ground with an unconscious thud. Shaking the pain off her hand, Cyclonia heard the sound of bare feet running across the desert floor. They hadn't been alone. It was undoubtedly the other troll, but why had he refrained from battle? These questions would have to wait; her captive would not be out forever. Quickly she produced a length of rope, and bound her prisoner around the hands and legs, and ran the line up around his neck, not tight enough to strangle him, but enough to let him know he was bound. After dousing the fire, and gathering her bedding, the Draenei set out for Razor Hill with her new companion.