The flight is silent, her Panther feeling the somber mood and keeping her head cleared even as she lands in one of the worst parts of Tanaan, her rider dismounts even as the green wolves approach. She pushes forward, the Panther growling as she steps up beside her caretaker, but instead of coming back to her she offers her a treat and signals her to go home. The Panther is obedient, but she glides upwards and turns to watch as the Commander disappears, the orcs and wolves escorting her over the bridge and into the gates.
Tiriari looks around, the heavy stench of forged metal and smoke invades her nostrils as they lead her in. The turning gears and half burned bridges holding her weight easily but they sway with the heavy orcs tromping around on them. The deeper into the Citadel they get the more orcs follow them, a chant coming up and echoing "Gurz U Zan! Gurz U Zan!" They speak over and over until she finally comes to the dark room, Kilrogg Deadeye setting atop a fur covered throne, an Arakoa head at the top of it. She approaches, the orc's good eye looking her over, his hand waving to stop the chant, "Do you know what they say, puny elf?" He asks loudly, "They say Death to Elf! A great blow will come to your people today!" He yells, the orc roaring in return. She does not waver, her eyes never leaving his, "With all due respect, I am not here to pick a fight with you." She tries her best to keep her rage together, the orc nodding, "The terms of the duel shall be fairly met, I am an orc of my word, even if your worthless Horde think otherwise." He sits up straight, his hands coming together, "Bring out the Shaman!" His yells echo through the vast room, the heat making Tiri sweat as she watches the orcs part. Thunder flares at the Shaman's hands, his axe bright as he makes a show with it. The crowd comes back together and they form a huge circle, stomping and making the room echo even more as Tiri reaches up to tie her hair back, the sweat already dripping underneath her armor. She unsheathes her sword, a fire surrounding it as she readies herself for the call. Kilrogg waits a moment, letting the heat and noise rattle the Paladin a bit more before he stands and raises his hand. Silence is immediate just before he roars, "Go!" The Shaman moves first, charging forward with his axe above his head, bringing it down heavily but to predictably. Tiri dodges and whacks her sword against, sending him reeling just a bit. He swiftly turns and swings it out at her, the thunder shooting off of his hands towards her. A shield goes up without so much as a word, deflecting it to hit against another orc. The crowd roars and bellows, distracting her for a moment as they laugh and point at the now still orc. Jerking his body out of the way she turns back to the duel and nearly gets her leg chopped, slamming her blade against it just in time. The fire and thunder shoot out everywhere, sword and axe clashing again and again. Her body gets tired, but the thought of Adrienne keeps her going, she shoots a Judgement from the sky, the orc unable to fully dodge it as it shatters his shoulder guard to pieces. He staggers, a tattoo coming to view that sends Tiri into a flashback of the other day, this was the orc, it was him, and she could not lose. Her rage is obvious as she charges forward, swiping her sword at the axe which is knocked from his weakened hand. Disappearing from in front of him she moves swiftly, a moment later he feels his helmet loosen as the sword comes down but not in a way that cuts him. A second later she is back in front of him, his hand lifting to cast but she knocks it away, winds coming up but dying quickly as she grabs hold of his wolf helmet and rips it away. His eyes show fear, he had never seen anyone move as fast as this elf, but his nasty tricks were not so easily seen. Grabbing swiftly for his necklace that hangs low on his chest he would send a powder flying into her eyes, the elf crying out as she staggers backwards. He gets up and moves behind her, pulling out a dagger and quickly charging for the Paladin. She tries to cast a healing spell but the powder burns her eyes so heavily that she can't see anything but a blur of red and black, her mind unfocused. Then she feels it, the dagger stabs into her side, between the plates of her armor. Crying out she would cast the spell and her eyes clear, but the dagger still sits in her side, blood running down her body with the sweat that doesn't seem to end. Turning she can't stop her hatred from showing, the second he comes into view she shoots her hand out, grasping the terrified orcs throat. Lifting him effortlessly he would claw at her arm, reaching to try and smack at her head. Tiri's helmet falls to the floor, eyes a dark red unlike anything before. Even with his weight she holds him up, the man tearing off her bracer and trying to claw at her arm, nasty nails cutting into her skin as he feels death coming for him. An orb comes around her, his last attempt at a spell bouncing from it. He passes out and she drops his limp body to the floor, staring down at him. Turning to the Chieftain she would look up to receive his hand, but it doesn't come, his smile menacing of its own accord. She yanks the dagger from her side and turns to the orc, expecting to find him still on the floor. Sadly she is mistaken, a grave thing it is as he shoots a Lightning Bolt straight for her. The spell careens towards her and slams into her chest all in the same moment, it left her no time to move, no time to react. Tiri feels her heart stop, the sweat pouring off of her as she falls to her knees, the harsh taste of copper filling her mouth. She spits the blood out, trying to grab her bearings in her last moments but it just doesn't seem real. The orc who cheated her falls to his back before her, just out of reach. As her hands lift they clutch at her chest, her eyes feeling heavy as a dark cold begins to emerge from within. With a body too exhausted to continue, and a heart unbeating, she falls to the dirt, her bloody body only becoming more so. A fleeting though presses to her mind, the dagger was probably poisoned to keep the wound from sealing, her eyes close for a moment, but she grasps for a last breath. With it she would reach up and pull out a dark jewel, crushing it between her fingers, to feel a piece of her soul return, the breath coming to her lungs and her heart thumping hard in her chest once again. Alas, once her eyes open, she spies a wounded orc coming for her, axe raised high above his head.
Back at the Garrison Belle would have joined the two others, many waiting around the Medical Ward for word, knowing the Commander would contact the three at the top first. She speaks easily with them, their worries shared and comfort was given. Pressing a hot cup of tea in the Monk's hands then into the Priest's she would nibble on a cracker. A cart of fresh foods delivered though none of them seem to have the appetite for more than some thin meat and crackers. It is a real bonding time for them, all of their hopes and future dreams coming to light as they grasp for any conversation to occupy every minute that ticks by. It seems each of their futures involves the Commander in one way or another, and it also seems it doesn't go unnoticed, "Tiri will be back, with all of these people counting on her, she knows I will hunt all of the worlds beyond just to scold her if she doesn't." This draws a laugh from both Adrienne and Duvaine, a smile pulling to her lips. Once nightfall comes they really begin to get nervous, fidgeting and pacing around the room as they try to continue and keep their minds on other things. Without warning a hum sounds out into the room, Belle's pocket lighting up as she swiftly pulls out the stone within. Adri's heart pounds at hearing the familiar sound, Duvaine speaking slowly, "I know what it is... but why does it do that?" She had never tampered with them, luckily always able to rely on her healing and nothing more, "It... it means she is holding onto it..." Belle speaks softly, staring down at the black and green object with such focus, her eyes watering, "Oh Tiri, you can do this..." The normally dark stone holds a menacing eeriness as the three wait with bated breath, "Just holding it..." Belle says again, reassuring the other two and even herself. Suddenly the sound of glass shattering interrupts the humming, the stone cracking into pieces in her hand. Staring at it Duvaine shakes her head, back and forth back and forth, "No...no no no no..." Her eyes are immediately pools but she knows who it is she should be worried about. Turning to Adrienne she would see a look of shock on the Monk's face, her body fast as she feels her heart shattering just like the stone had. Shooting for where she thinks the door is she would race to grab it, two sets of strong hands stopping her, their arms wrapping tightly around her body to keep her still, "Let me go! Let me go! I have to do something!" She struggles, but to no avail, falling to her knees they go with her, hugging her tightly. Crying out into the silent night the sound makes everyone in the Garrison plead to the skies, Adrienne's cries above all else, grieving for her lost love.
The ax falls towards her, she knows she has to move, her tired body screaming at her with even the slightest movement. The wound at her side is unable to stop bleeding, she dabs it with her fingers and spies a green outline, if only she was able to focus, able to heal herself... instead she breathes out a single word, her Divine Shield appearing just as the weapon strikes. The blow breaks the wood and metal to pieces, sending the orc flying backward and against the wall. His brethren did not bother to block him from the hard walls, moving away to allow anything his way. Tiri rolls to her stomach, the dazed orc giving her the time to jerk upwards, sword in hand as she sprints for him. Blood drips from many places in her body, menacing red eyes causing him to whimper in fear, but she does not stop, stabbing her sword straight into his chest, straight through his body, getting it stuck into the wall. She holds the handle as he weakly tries to grasp at it, his hand finally resting atop hers, "Th-thank you... Elf... I have been tormented for far too long." She spits the blood filling her mouth to the floor, the only thing holding her up the blade as she watches his life slip away. Her eyes blur again and she tries to blink back the pain in them, her head shaking. A deep breath is taken, the Paladin reaching to his hand and taking his ring as the Warlock instructed. Her power is still immense as the adrenaline rushes through her, the other orcs stepping back to avoid the burning of the light. Crushing the ring in her hands she would hold it palm up as the souls inside find release, flying away with haste to find their bodies. Grabbing her sword she would yank it from the body, respectfully reaching down to shut his eyes after letting it fall without a care. Turning to Kilrogg she would stare up at him, almost sensing some hesitation from the Chieftain, "That was my best Shaman, Elf, you are lucky we've got a contract." His large teeth gleam as he tries a wicked smile, "Perhaps one day you will see the might we hold and come to the right side." With a wave of his hand, she would nod, sheathing her sword and limping away, knowing better than to let her mouth run at this moment. The powder continues to work in her eyes, keeping her mind occupied as she crosses past the gates. Mind still unable to gain focus she would make it just over the bridge, slow as can be, before she collapses to her knees, body hunched as she coughs harshly. Her hands grasp at her torso, the wound there still sending warmth down her side. The Commander looks up at the sky with a bloody but soft smile, "I won, Adri." She whispers as her body finally falls to the ground.