The grass rustled in the wind as two dreanei stared each other down. As they stood in their ready stances, wooden bokens poised to attack, a robed figure appeared between them and glanced at each. Both were females, but one wore only a thin layer of cloth in the form of pants and a long sleeved shirt, while the other had plate covering her body.

"Begin," the robed man rumbled as he leapt backward away from the two combatants. Lavvi, the cloth-clad dreanei, held her boken to one side in her left hand as her opponent charged toward her. She raised her right hand and began a short chant. The water in the air around her hand began to crystallize when she suddenly thrust her hand toward her assailant. The bolt of freezing air flew through the air and struck the warrior, stiffening her muscles and restricting her movement.

Pulling her right hand back, she chanted again, only this time the air crackled with heat and a ball of fire coalesced in the palm of her hand as she grunted and threw the weapon of flame toward her opponent. Malavi the warrior felt her muscles return to their former state as she pulled a trinket from underneath her armor and held it in front of her.

"Spell cancellation," she yelled just before the ball of fire got to her. When it dissipated, Lavvi was a mere few feet away, her boken skimming the ground as she ran. The warrior brought her weapon up and was ready to deflect and parry whatever the mage threw at her. Just as Malavi was about to swing, her opponent vanished for a split second and then she felt her feet growing cold. Looking down, she realized that she had been caught in one of Lavvi's special combination moves.

Twisting her neck, the warrior could see her opponent was now behind her and working on her next spell. Before she could react, three more identical mages appeared on all sides. She was surrounded. Pulling a scroll from her rear pouch, Malavi waited for the clones and the original to make their move. After a series of chants and complicated hand signs that the four mages repeated in unison with one another, a fiery dragon appeared over their heads and fire was released.

Malavi broke the seal on the scroll at the same time that she said a prayer to the Naruu for protection. The whole area in the center of the mages was engulfed by flames; the ground singed as smoke rose and swirled quickly into the sky. As the attack subsided, Malavi flew out of the smoke, the mark of the Naruu evident on her forehead as she brandished her wooden boken.

She released a barrage of attacks on the mage, which were mostly all deflected. Lavvi blocked one attack with her own weapon and then crouched low to sweep out the warrior's legs. Malavi avoided the attempt to trip her by leaping into the air; she then countered by bringing her training sword down toward the head of her opponent. The mage easily blocked the blow from her low position and pushed up against the warrior as a crashing wave of water condensed around her and threw the opposing dreanei several yards away.

When Malavi came to seconds later, she rolled to her feet and into a ready position with her sword in front of her. Lavvi was nowhere to be found. Attentively she surveyed the area for any sign of the tricky mage. Just then, she once again felt the icy chill flow into her feet as Lavvi appeared in front of her.

"This again?" Malavi sighed with a heavy accent, "It did not work before, why would it work now?"

Again the three clones appeared and began chanting as icy particles of water appeared about their hands. Malavi counted down the seconds to when she would be free from the trapping ice. The last few moments were agonizing and she felt as though she would not escape. Just as the trap released, the clones unleashed the shards of ice that they had been creating. Malavi dodged the first as it streaked by, just inches from her face. She felt it cool the air as it passed.

As the second streaked closer she raised her armored left arm. The shard pierced and then shattered to nothing. A thin trickle of blood streamed down her arm as she knelt and whirled beneath the last of the shards, coming up into a wide swing, Malavi caught one of the clones at the chin and sent it through the air. She watched it fly into the air then fade away as if it had never existed. Sidestepping, the warrior brought the hilt of her sword into contact with the forehead of another clone; it too disappeared. The last clone and the original brought their bokens to bear and unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast blows at the warrior. Malavi blocked, dodged, and parried until she was able to decipher which one was the clone—its moves slightly lagging behind the original. After dodging another blow from the original the warrior thrust forward and skewered the clone in its chest, causing it to vanish.

Lavvi then disappeared again and reappeared behind her opponent. Placing her hand on the back of the warrior, she pressed lightly and sent a bolt of arcane power through Malavi's body, immobilizing her. Lavvi then moved to the front of the warrior and pushed her gently so that she would fall to the ground. Pulling up her training sword, she held it to Malavi's throat and spoke in a breathless accent.

"Do you yield?" The female on the ground merely smiled and nodded. Lavvi pulled the sword from her friend's throat and then assisted her up. As Malavi brushed herself off with Lavvi's help, there was clapping. Looking up, they both noticed three mages approaching bearing the mark of the Kirin Tor. The human mage who had been clapping spoke first.

"Wonderful show! Very gripping! I especially enjoyed the incorporation of a traditionally druidic technique!" Lavvi watched the human as he kept a warm smile on his face. "I was told that there were a few skilled mage adepts here in Stormwind, but never did I expect one of them to be a Dreanei!"

Lavvi sighed and walked past the two shadowy mages that followed the human, Malavi close at her heel. "I'm hoping that there is another reason you are here other than to insult my friend." Malavi stated flatly as she moved into the shade of the nearby cart and removed her training armor. After putting down the training sword, she turned to face the mages as they followed her and Lavvi to the cart.

"I do, in fact." The human said. "I was sent by Rhonin himself to see about recruiting battle mages for the northern campaign." He reached out and took the discarded training sword and held it. "He wants to have a battalion of young, able mages who can wield a sword and magic together." The man pulled a scroll from the folds of his robe and held it out to the young mage. She took it hesitantly with her eyes fixed on the Human. She opened it slightly to read its contents. She gasped as she read aloud. "Calling all able-bodied mages to Dalaran to undergo special training with Rhonin and the high mages of the Kirin Tor!" She closed the scroll and looked at the man before her. "Battle Mages?"

He nodded and continued, "Nothing is official yet, but those who make their way to Dalaran for this training will have the opportunity to become official members of the Kirin Tor and be a part of the offensive against the Lich King as Battle Mages."

Lavvi smiled, "What do I need to do?"