JJ: Here we have chapter 2! Huzzah! I'm pretty surprised that i managed 2 chapters in just one day. I've also finished updating this one, making it longer.

Nell: ...I wasn't in the fight scene...

JJ: Now, now my dear. You'll be in the next one. D

Nell: ...I hate you...

JJ: aaawwww, don't be like that. Here, I'll let you do the disclaimer. It will make u feel better!

Nell: 'sigh'...World of Warcraft does not belong to JJfats...unfortuntely...I do...

JJ: Great! Here is chapter 2! enjoy!


Chapter 2

"Goddammit!" Birds and wildlife scattered in all directions at the sound of the furious scream. This was the fourth time this morning that Nell had tripped over the thick undergrowth which riddled Feralas. She picked herself up before muttering a curse and continuing on her way

Karkon silently followed her. Nell was impatient. She was rushing to find her objective that she ignored everything else around her. Karkon kept his mouth shut. He knew better than try and warn her to be more cautious. All that would have done would have resulted in her shouting out more arguments and complaints, alerting all enemies nearby. Leaving her as she was at the moment was so far the safest method of approach.

After awhile, Nell had gone quiet. She began to move much slower, minding her step. That was something unusual. As Karkon opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, Nell had shushed him and gestured for him to lay low and be silent. Slowly, he made his way over to where the crouched elf was. He was about to ask what was the problem once more, when the answer hit him in the nose. " I smell gnolls..." he growled softly.

"Not just any gnolls." replied Nell "The dead kind." Sniffing the air warily, Karkon realized that she was right. Along with the scent of the disgusting creatures, he could smell the rot of their flesh. Once again, he was awed by the paladins senses. Her sense of smell and sight rivaled that of an orc. Especially when it came to finding those of the 'dead'.

" We should tread carefully from now on." cautioned Karkon. Nell just gave him a smirk. "Caution? Are you such a coward that only a few zombies scare you?" mocked the elf. Karkon was furious now. He felt his grip on his axe tighten. " You dare call me a coward whelp?" he bellowed. "You are lucky that I have learned to be patient with you! If not, you would be just another pile of dead weight on the ground by now!"

Nell gave Karkon a savage smile, "Well then," she said, "Do you still wish to 'tread carefully' now that you have pretty much alerted every soul in this light forsaken forest?" Realization began to dawn on Karkon. The girl had intentionally angered him so that he would reveal their presence to the enemy. Karkon then learned one more thing about the elf. Apart from being always angry, she was crazed.

"Somebody has to die for this..." growled Karkon. Nell was not fazed by his hostility. "By all means, after you." she gestured at the direction the horrible scent of rotting flesh was emnating from. Furiously, he grunted and stomped of in the direction that Nell had pointed out.

As he was stalking off towards the scent, he called out without looking back, "One day girl...One day soon, I am going t-" his words were cut off as a fell down a short cliff. All he heard was the sound of Nell's psychotic laughter before he hit the ground hard. Face first.

Karkon picked himself from the ground, his heavy plate armor having cushioned his fall. If not for his helmet, he was sure that his neck would have snapped on impact. 'I Swear, by all the ancestors, by all the ancients, I will kill that girl one day!" he cursed inwardly. Just then, he noticed the many dozens of dead, glazed over eyes staring at him. The stench was overwhelming now. He knew that he was in trouble. He laid himself in a low combat stance, readying himself for the horde of undead which lay before him.

"Lok'tar ogar!" He bellowed his orcish war cry and charged straight in the mob of decaying bodies. Leaving broken corpses and severed body parts in his wake. The gnolls scattered under the onslaught. Their limbs were just too decomposed to react fast enough to dodge or parry the orc's charge. All around him, limbs were severed and bones were broken. The gnolls tried to raise their shields to protect themselves from the orc's fury, but his razor sharp axe, backed by his enormous strength, bit clean through the shields, armor and flesh of his rotting assailants. Three of them managed to sneak up behind him in an attempt to stab the orc in the back, but he smelt them coming. He swung his axe backwards and three torsos separated from their lower halves in one, great decapitating arc. Karkon made short work of the remaining vermin.

Those who managed to survive quickly fled in all directions and into the treeline. Karkon was left standing alone among the bodies of dozens of really dead gnolls. A slow applause from above made him look up. The elf was still at the top of the cliff with a sarcastic grin on her face. Karkon just glared at her with hate filled eyes. Unfazed by his stare, Nell jumped off the cliff and landed on her feet. She gave Karkon an unconvincing wink and said, "I knew you could handle it." and walked off in a direction which Karkon assumed was where the necromancer was.

Rage filled the orc.His grip on his axe tightened. He found himself pacing up behind the elf, axe poised to strike. The urge to kill the elf now while her back was turned was too strong. Right before he brought the axe down on her, he hesitated. What was I thinking? The girl pisses him off. She always doesn't appreciate what he does and on top of that, she always insulted his honour. To an orc, that was more than enough reason to kill someone. He sometimes didn't even know why he bothered to travel with her. But, she had her uses. Right now, he needed her alive. She had to be alive if he wanted his schemes to succeed. Slowly, he forced himself to lower his axe and loosen his grip on it. It was a hard thing to do. Every impulse within his body told him to strike the girl down. It took nearly all his will power to finally lower his axe to his side. No, he said to himself, the girl must live. At least, for now...

As he caught up to Nell, he heard her mutter something in her own language. Somehow, he knew that she was talking about him. And somehow, he knew that she was saying, 'Try Me'.

To be continued...


JJ: Man, it was though writing this one. I extended the story a bit while I was in school. If my science teacher found out, I'm so screwed. Please don't tell her. She would kill me.

Nell: I better be fighting in he next chapter or I'll be killing you...

JJ: Of course you will be my dear. Have patience.

Nell: ...'growl'...

JJ: Yikes!