A/N: So here is chapter 3 I tried to make this as bloody as I could without making it sound really stupid, and I think I did a good job. And remember, this is mainly from a death knight's point of view, so it's going to be very dark and kind of twisted…not far from my own personality actually…anyway, read on my beautiful readers.

Archeron snarled audibly as the ink spilled over the parchment, ruining the words scribbled onto its fine surface.

"Two full days…wasted…WHAT are those infernal, little monstrosities DOING? I will be sure that the little creatures suffer as they are slowly torn limb from limb and have the flesh ripped from their bodies by mindless ghouls..!"

She angrily slammed down the quill she was holding and looked to her left, grinning wickedly when she found what she sought, her runeblade, Doomweaver. Archeron stalked over to it, and slowly slid it out of its sheath, her grin widening as the cold metal gleamed cruelly in the dim light.

She stormed onto the deck and was met with the unlikely sight of two dozen humans and dwarves on the ship and another dozen in the skies around the zeppelin, all baring the golden lion's head insignia of the Alliance, though the trim was red, not blue…but this mattered little to Archeron, a target is a target after all. Erestrasz was angrily snapping at the gryphons and their riders while small green men scrambled frantically around. She snarled again and prowled quietly, despite her heavy plate armor, behind the nearest attacker. He had cornered a cowering goblin and was about to bring his sword down on it, when the rather annoyed knight grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, brutally impaling the pathetic human on Doomweaver. His eyes saw only a large blade poking through the bones of his chest, and said bones protruding slightly, until he quickly passed into a cold and unrelenting darkness.

Archeron slowly pulled her sword from its victim, twisting the blade occasionally simply for the satisfaction of hearing and feeling the bones crack and move unnaturally beneath the man's swiftly paling skin. She tossed the body aside with a spray of blood gushing from the gaping wound in the creature's chest, coating her in the stinking blood of the human. Archeron made quick work of the next few.
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"Surround her, kill her!" a dwarf yelled. In a matter of seconds, several humans and dwarves alike had completely surrounded her. Archeron saw the slight hesitations in their movements and smirked coldly. Before anything still moving on the ship had even a chance to blink, she casted her unholy spell-Death and Decay. Archeron watched with cruel satisfaction as her attackers withered, rotted, and writhed in agony around her.

Once the spell had finished its small swath of destruction, she returned to the raging battle. She stopped next to a fallen dwarf feebly attempting to reach for his mace. Looking down on this pathetic scene with contempt, Archeron mercilessly drove her bloodstained blade into the creature's sternum, giving Doomweaver and her armor a new layer of fresh crimson.

Erestrasz's eyes were alight with triumph as the last gryphon's neck was easily crushed between his powerful jaws, feeling the flying beast's blood falling from his snarling mouth.

He turned his blood splattered head in time to see Archeron throw a cowering Alliance soldier off of the edge of the zeppelin, sending him plummeting into the violent waves miles below.

Erestrasz landed next to the clearly angry ambassador, watching as she casually tore a tabard off of one of the corpses and unceremoniously stuffed it into her leather bag, which she had not bothered to remove.

The air was so thick and moist with the blood around them, that Erestrasz nearly choked on the very air he breathed.

The battle had lasted no more than seven minutes, but clearing away its evidence took much longer. Archeron had dashed back to her room very nearly right after their last attacker fell, no doubt to rewrite and finish her ridiculously long report. The drake, however, stayed behind to clean the gore that she had been ever so eager to cause and just as eager to neglect. Goblins were scrambling around attempting to stabilize the out of control ship…though there was not much difference between Erestrasz's vision of "out of control" and the goblin's version of "stable".

Clearing away the gore of the recent battle had taken almost the full three more days of travel the zeppelin had until it reached Orgrimmar. Archeron was still hastily scrawling the last few lines of the report when they had gratefully reached the zeppelin landing outside of the Horde's capital city.

"Erestrasz!" Archeron called. He turned and gave her a weary, questioning look. She offered no explanation as she roughly placed the parchment on his back and continued writing, occasionally dipping the quill into the ink canister she forced into his hand. Erestrasz sighed and waited patiently until he could no longer feel the light movement of the sharp quill point on his back, moving only when he knew she was finished.

"Done?" he asked, somewhat sarcastically. This was not lost on the Death Knight and she shot him a sideways glare. They began walking at a brisk pace towards the city.

"To Orgrimmar…" Archeron muttered.

A/N:I tried to add a little bit of comedy in the last part-when Archeron is writing on Erestrasz's back-since it feels to serious, but I'm not sure if it turned out exactly like I would have hoped lol. I noticed I've been keeping Erestrasz in his blood elf form more often than not…eh, that will probably change later.

I would love to thank White Phantom for the comment and everyone else; it made my day when I checked my reviews when I got home from school.