3 Who's mad now?

This story is based upon and originally posted below the following YouTube video;

Hearthstone: Decisive Brawl (Warlock Constructed)

watch?v=w7DOnG9zK4Y

My shield for Argus!' Varuk said as he approached the battle lines. A large blue drake turned to face him. Varuk offered the creature a shield.

'Or should I say, our shields for Argus.' Varuk said with a smile. The drake blinked at him quizzically but took the shield in one of it's claws. Varuk turned to see an infernal approach, it's rocky visage illuminated by hell-fire.

'Give me one o' them shields.' The demon said. Varuk barely had time to unstrap the shield from his back before it was snatched away.

'There you are.' Varuk said. 'Now we are ready to strike.'

'Nice face, you freak.' The infernal said. Varuk winced but chose not to talk back, he had bigger things to worry about. For across the battlefield they faced a Hellscream family reunion.

'Garrosh and Grom' he thought 'and Garrosh is wearing so much armor it might take a mountain-giant sized can-opener just to hurt him.' Grom, on the other hand, didn't look as scary as the tales he'd heard. All the stories said Grom was a tinderbox of rage, but this orc looked positively calm. Fortunately, with Jaraxxus behind them, they could rely on a steady supply of homicidal demons to follow, so all they'd need to do is hold the line and keep the Hellscreams occupied.

'ADVANCE!' Came the voice of their leader. The three of them did as they were told.

'Stay in formathon.' Varuk said as he marched forward. 'Don't let them break through.'

The drake hissed at him and sped into a trot, breaking up their defensive line. 'Just stay out of my way!' The infernal said and gave Varuk a shove, knocking him off balance.

What was wrong with them? All they had to do was execute a basic advance and they should have the edge. He quickened his pace to keep up with his unruly allies and suddenly caught sight of Garrosh, who was smiling down on them from his perch atop a hill. The intensity in the great warchief's eyes was terrifying. It was a look that demanded battle and blood.

'I told you to stay in formation!' Varuk screamed and cuffed the drake with his mail fist as he caught up. The monster screeched and swung it's tail at Varuk to retaliate. Varuk had anticipated this. He jumped over the attack, causing the beast's tail to come crashing into the back of the infernal's legs.

The demon bellowed and fell to it's knees. 'Serves them both right.' Varuk thought. 'Now maybe we can get back to the plan.' But the infernal was quick to respond, charging at Varuk with murder in it's eyes.

What followed was a chaotic brawl. 'How had this happened?' Varuk wondered as he clung to the drake's back and stabbed it in the neck with his knife. 'What the hell are we doing?'

Varuk noticed that Grom had joined the melee. Leaping to and fro, dodging attacks and striking here and there with his battleaxe. The legendarily angry orc was fighting more calmly than any of them.

Suddenly Varuk found himself flung from the drake and looked up just in time to see the infernal tumbling toward him. He couldn't force himself to move fast enough and suddenly he found his legs crushed under two tons of demon.

'This is it.' He thought 'I'm going to die.'

'NOT GOOD!' Jaraxxus said as he watched the brawl end. 'MORE INFERNALS! HURRY!'

'That was relaxing.' Grom said. 'Usually this sort of thing gets my blood boiling. But I ain't even mad. Shall we finish it son?'

'Yeah, dad.' Grommash said and clapped his hand on his father's shoulder.

From well behind the action, a man in a pointy hat slowly crept away from the battlefield. The Wonderful Wizard of Valuetown had been worried that Jaraxxus was going to steal the glory of a victory he had engineered, but now he was only too happy to let the demon lord get what was coming to him.