CH8

When we talk and when we walk…

Hey guys, just tuning our next chapter in, and we have some interesting crash of the forces, but we have another 3weeks 2days, before the arrival of the armada

And also this is at least another two months until the actual killing Kael thing, so enjoy the peace while it lasts.

Oh BTW head down below for the action, most things here are just events, and also the character build for Relina and someone, oh and Lina is not entirely in this part my apologies.

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Ogrimmar

Grommash Hold

Brent walked into the massive room, the middle chair seated Thrall who had been in need to a break and his fellow leaders who also took to their seats with the exception of the banshee queen Sylvannas Windrunner.

Brent stood in the foreground in sight of all the leaders, he knew that this kind of setting was going to be rather interesting, seeing as they had no idea he was human. But from what he was told about by the orc captives he and his brothers rescued, Thrall wasn't unreasonable or discriminative against humans just the ones who are to him and his people.

As things settled down, Brent noted the guards had changed position to allow some of the more senior commanders and advisors in, he noticed a red skinned orc who was hefting a large set of axes in the rear, his eyes were detailing his every move.

"So shall we begin?" Brent addressed the leaders.

"You may proceed." Thrall said

"Thank you. I am here as the representative of the new faction as we call ourselves the UNSC, also known as the united nations space command, though the place and government I and my brothers come from are called the UCA, unified colonial alliance, a government of multiple worlds, if not nearly two hundred."

The words seemed to hit hard, the sudden change in the attitudes became uneasy or confused.

"Yes, I know by your species standards, the technology to travel to other worlds isn't perfect or properly capable. But the UCA is advanced and hundreds if not a thousand years well ahead of your own, which I came here, we came here not refugees from a war, but soldiers from one, we cannot return home and so we are stranded here until our help arrives.

We are here not to side with you but warn and advise you, we are well capable of fending for ourselves, and we shall, however we do not come to dissuade you from ever approaching us. Our main focus is to preserve life, and so we gave you and offer from before."

Thrall acknowledged this. "Yes, we received it only days ago, the message was clear and we will abide by your rules, when signed."

"Then there is little for me to explain. The main focus of the UCA was to form a government of separate governments and unify them to strengthen our ties, this succeeded over two hundred years ago and we formed a strong connection. Though we never forget where we came from."

Brent decided he could activate the archives, hitting the arm pad and placing it upon the floor, he needed to explain a few details.

"As you know, the race of humans here lived and evolved here, but my race came from one that you'd consider similar."

He tapped his neck collar ad released the bracer to his helmet, in that instance the many things happened, the shock of realising the person in front was human, and the other things were they were all armed.

"What is the meaning of this human? Is this a joke? Your goal was to infiltrate the horde?" Kael asked as his guards took to his side.

"No, and if that were so, you'd have died before we even saw eye to eye." Brent replied.

One of the orcs seemed to be ready for a fight, but was edgy as Thrall had not ordered to do so.

"So human are you? And you are different from humans on Azeroth how?" He asked.

"Not much, except we're three times as strong and twice as fast, and have the most advanced technology on your entire planet. As I explained, we come from a place far from here, where we have hundreds of worlds, if not close to a thousand, but that was some years ago."

The words seemed to improve something's but left an obvious gap.

"I'll show you, what makes the difference." He said before activating his TACPAD.

The holographic display unit activated on the ground, and they watched with amazement at the sudden appearance of another world.

"This is earth, the cradle of human origins, this is the birth place of the human empire that now spans the stars, this was a place we still fight for not over."

He began with the basic introduction to their world and the information of human advancements and fundamental understanding on earth as they began to expand, the images of Shaw-Fujika and their accomplishment.

"We soon left our world, no longer bounded by the failure to escape from its grasp because of travel, but now free to look to a new future. We left our world to colonies the hundreds out in the galaxy; we went to find our own piece of tomorrow.

In Nova Stratus it was the same, we came into the UCA after thirty years of planning and development, and eventually we made our way through life using what we had. We built entire stations that spanned nearly all of Ogrimmar in mere days, or created a new means of locating mineral rich worlds instead of digging up our own healthy worlds as much. Though it took years we built an empire that was sure to stand the test of time, it proved itself for years and weathered the worst of many storms.

Though even after our accomplishments, things weren't to last." He said bringing up the Harvest data. The room was soon filled with the image of the beautiful colonial world of Harvest, the long grass and endless fields; it seemed to beckon life all around it.

"This was our world called Harvest, it was originally a farming and agricultural world, it was the first world to end." Brent said bringing up the image of the war.

The horde leaders watched in surprise and in horror as the world suddenly burnt away, the plains of grass became inhospitable landscape of devastation, all life seemed to be erased, and it seemed almost as desolate as Draenor/Outland.

"This was the result of planetary scale destruction by the hands of an alien species called, the Covenant."

An image of a large purple ship appeared, it seemed to take up most of the screen and display a variety numbers and digits.

"The Covenant was a religious hierarchy; it consisted of multiple races that in turn follow this religion to search for their gods, in a single message they relayed that humanity had been an affront to their gods and as such we were to be exterminated.

The result was devastating, they were an alien species that we found ourselves unable to stop, but merely stall, and they obliterated hundreds of worlds in their holy crusade to wipe humanity from existence for absolutely no reason for provocation."

Image showed the hundreds of worlds that humanity had and where they had reached, the planets marked seemed to turn red as they were destroyed while others remained green or grey, Brent then changed the setting for a combat scenario that occurred on his home world of Madrigal.

"For you to understand what I meant by utter extermination, this should clarify."

The image transferred to the image above the lush and beautiful world of Madrigal, the world below seemed to emphasise the beauty it had possessed. Thrall had to admit to his memory of such a sight; it would have been a wonderful place for him and his people to go, a world perfect for them.

Then as he did with the night elves, Brent let the truth sink deep. As the planetary emergency became apparent as the covenant began deploying their forces the UNSC could do nothing, the fleets were brushed away like all the other times.

Hundreds of fleeing ships being shot down by pulse lasers and plasma, there was only slaughter and death, nothing more. Brent showed them the true meaning of war, and what they had to face, an enemy as relentless as the covenant was one enemy that they had yet to face, and one they soon wished they'd not.

The images flashed through, Eitrigg, the advisor to Thrall, could tell that this was no ploy and definitely not a trick or illusion, the years of warfare seemed etched into the faces of these humans, they had seen more war than him or Thrall. This could only mean a greater sense of honour to be within their presence, but also a feeling of remorse for them as they had given their lives to absolute war from which they could not escape.

The images passed through and the recordings, the young soldiers of the UNSC and UCA were decimated in heavy ground combat, their recordings went to the frontline to the med bays. The hundreds of injured and wounded lay there, slowly dying or dead, it seemed so useless, the fighting for them would never end.

"We could fight for what it was worth, but ultimately it was in vain to save these worlds." He said ending the archives.

"Yet was it worth it?" Thrall asked from solemn quiet.

"Yes, due to one thing, we never gave up. And we never surrendered, even in the face of impossible odds."

Thrall seemed to smirk at the young soldiers and the Spartan, he couldn't even imagine the complications to such a life, yet again he had been in wars and seen his fair share of conflict. There soldiers were living up to a reputation that even orcs could not reach.

"So Spartan, this is for your people, to come to our world to seek refugee from that war?"

"No, our means of travel is disabled and we're now alone in this sector of space. Help won't arrive for a long time." Brent said.

"Then I see your dilemma. Though your intentions are good and your people are neutral, the conflicts of our world may as well engulf you, though not to such an extent. You have done far greater things and fought a war that we could never even match."

There was a brief pause.

"We of the horde hear your intentions, and we see your path, if you wish to retain your neutrality that is for your leader, and we shall not attempt to threaten or confront you, unless of any injustice within our lands." The warchief said with gratitude.

"Thank you." Brent said with a small bow.

"There is no need for praise, you have much to see and do. My fellow leaders shall discuss your status and assume a more relaxed posture; we shall continue our talks at a later time, at the present moment, why don't you take a walk about Ogrimmar the culture of the horde may be an interest that you may like to know." Thrall offered.

"Thank you and we shall. We'll meet here once more at before noon, as I have an important report to file before then." He said.

"Then be on your way Spartan, my guards will stay with you for your safety, as humans are not entirely welcome, we shall attempt to amend this as soon as possible."

"Thank you again for your generosity Warchief."Brent said before departing with a bow.

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Theramore

Jaina was just as surprised to see the flying machines of the UNSC, they seemed to fly about as noisily, but seemed sufficient in design and use. Having landed in their main court yard was the Spartans vessels and their transports, they began to unload their persons to the grounds and also any captives they had rescued in the north.

Himitsuki the commander of these Spartans was by far the tallest she had seen, he towered about 7,5ft and walked with speed and grace, his armour shined as brightly in the morning, he seemed to emanate an aura of command and strength.

The tour of the small settlement was a mere walk before they headed to the main tower. As they entered Jaina's chambers, she asked. "Commander, I would like to know why you are here."

The super soldier paused for a moment to allow the doors of the chamber to be closed before speaking. "I have personally come here to address a certain issue, as you know recent events have dictated a series of events. One event in such has now left me and my brothers stranded here on your world, our ship crashed off the west coast of Kalimdor and we have now found ourselves without a means of returning to our worlds. As a summary to the recent course of events, though to explain in a far more detailed expression may take time."

"We do have most of the morning to talk; I'd like to know more about you and your arrival." The female arch-mage said.

"Very well, this will take some time, and I would advise you to take a seat."

Himitsuki brought up his Nova tool; the connectors activated and sprung up a holographic image of the world and of the things that had occurred.

"This is Earth…"

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I'd like to acknowledge that this would be rather interesting, but it's not, it's just a repeat.

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The time flew by as Himitsuki recounted the events of humanities origins, the follow up of the colonies and the creation of the Spartans. Though she was amazed to find out about Valerie Haley and how similar they looked, to her it was just a coincidence and that there was no need to start wondering about an alternate version of her.

Though she began listening more deftly at the details of the human covenant war, and how it had annihilated the entire human empire that had once stood. She was counting her blessings that she had not to make such a decision for these young soldiers who were fighting a desperate war.

At the end of Himitsuki's presentation, she paused before asking. "Why do you still fight?"

"As I have explained the purpose of a Spartan, to live and serve, we protect the salvation of the human race until we can no more."

She listened to acknowledge that as much as these soldiers fought they'd never surrender at any cost. This would be a trait that could severely stop any army from walking through, and one faction that the alliance could ally themselves with.

"So, you have also begun your talks with the horde?"

"Yes, my first convoy has already made contact and is waiting at the horde's response; we are attempting to keep our neutral stance within these lands."

Jaina also had been trying to keep the alliance at good terms with the horde even though things hadn't gone so well. She did admit having such a powerful neutral faction within the world may make the other races think about their actions.

"I shall pass your message on to the alliance at Stormwind at the earliest possible moment."

"Thank you for hearing me on this delicate matter."

"Well I do keep my reasons for aiding those in need, and with your help I'm sure that the other races may be willing to think about their actions, especially around your people."

"Then I shall take my leave."

Jaina interjected. "Leaving so soon? I would have at least liked to have known if you would like to able to learn more of the alliance."

"If you insist then, we shall remain only for a short time; I would like to return with my report to Alpha base, we have many things to prepare for."

At that moment the door opened.

"Milady, a man would like to see you, he calls himself Lo'Gosh, and he is also being accompanied by a Night Elf druid called Broll Bearmantle and a Blood Elf named Valeera Sanguinar. He came with a message from High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind."

"Then this must be important, let them through." Jaina said.

"Should I stay, it sounds important, and I'd like to know about this Lo'Gosh." Himitsuki said.

"You may, it would be ideal for you to remain as assistance."

The doors opened once more, this time the soldier was being accompanied by a rough looking man, his hair spiked in a ponytail at the back while a large scar on his face, Himitsuki could tell this was a gladiator, a warrior. If not the hairstyle his body and shape along with his physical build could easily define him so.

"Are you Lady Proudmoore of the Western Alliance?" The man asked.

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Convoy 1

Brent and his team were sleeping inside their convoy and enjoying their reprieve, though there were many critical issues to address they enjoyed the quiet time they had, Brent had been expecting to hear from his commander.

As he sat down at his table, he waited to from the commander, he didn't have to wait long, the com started to beep. Moving his hand over to the com he picked up.

"Commander Himitsuki."

"Brent, I thought I might catch you there, I have some good and bad news." He said rather busily.

"What happened sir?"

"Nothing much, a rather interesting development, I'll call you back as soon as I can, a set of events that have occurred will detour me from returning within the time frame I set. Could you contact Alice and tell her I will not be able to call her from this region until next week?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, I'd rather not face her about now; she's rather sensitive with me running off without her."

"I'll be sure to mention that as well." Brent said jokingly.

"Brent that's not funny, at least for me. Well I should be going, just tell her I'll make it up to her when I get back from Stormwind."

"Roger that." He said closing the link.

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Ten minutes later…

"HE DID WHAT?" Alice yelled.

Brent had only just made a connect call back to base, and now Alice was making a rather interesting scene as the entire station blacked out at her end.

"Alice, I said he went on an extended leave to the eastern kingdom and he won't be back for another week or two."

"And he left without me?" She said in a whiny tone.

"Yes." Brent deadpanned.

"THAT SEVEN FOOT WALKING JACKASS, he is in for the beating of a lifetime when he gets back."

"Okay then. I'm just going to turn the com off and get back to work."

Brent finally closed the com line and went back outside the HRV, he had enough comical relief for a day, and he would only need to see someone that night.

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"So, have you ever flown inside of a large aerial transport?" Himitsuki asked.

"No, but I have to say this is rather amazing." Lo'Gosh- Varian Wyrn said.

They had packed all they could into the transports the morning before and departed at dusk, they were on their way to the capital of the Alliance territory Stormwind. But they had to do things as subtle as possible; Varian had regained his lost memories thanks to Jaina.

But due to the dangers involving the situation, they had to drop the king off at the docks near the castle and then approach themselves. Himitsuki will initiate contact and allow for some distraction, this would allow Varian and his group to wander about undetected from the region for a while.

"I just wish to give my thanks to you Spartan; your efforts now will aid me well in returning to my kingdom and my throne, as well as my son. I am forever within your debt." Varian said gratefully.

"No, this is just our way of getting to know about you better, there is no debt, we just honour your request as a mission that needs the most attention. Your life is a priority and we can't ignore it. As well as the alliance, we cannot allow the power of this world to fall apart, that would be catastrophic in the long run."

"I agree, and I will do everything in my power to support you and your brothers in our world."

"That isn't necessary, we usually make our own way in life, and my brothers will most likely do other things around the planet. One is already speaking with the horde."

That was when things suddenly went quiet.

"Your brothers are attempting to communicate with the horde?" Varian asked slightly surprised.

"Yes, we made contact over a couple of days ago, we're still working out the kinks in diplomacy, but were on stable ground, at least for now." He said.

Varian was still recovering his memories, but he could not forget that day of the horde, and he was sure that Himitsuki must have been mad to speak with the horde.

"Have you lost it? Those brutes would pillage your land in days, if given a chance." He said angrily.

"And what makes you think we would allow them to? Our talks are to prevent conflict from reaching our homes, and we're trying to ensure peace in our home land, the horde would not be foolish to simply attack without thinking things through, especially with Thrall in command as warchief."

There was still an uneasy pause between the two; Varian had only been saved by a man who did not see the threat of the horde. But things needed to be done, his kingdom first and then the horde later, even though he had some sense of respect to them, he'd rather not trust them at all.

"I see, then it is your decision, I shall not condone your action as a leader of your people, but I would advise at least trying to be wary, things aren't always what they may seem with the horde."

"I shall keep that in mind your highness." He joked.

"I'm not king again yet, I believe we should wait until I retake the throne."

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Keeping his head close to the door, Brent opened it; he was greeted by the sight of Larisa who had been sleeping in her bed. He knew that she had wanted to speak with him before, but he couldn't bring himself to simply love her. There were many things that had defined him as what he was, he still remembered the nights before and he was still trying to contemplate his situation.

"Love is only one experience of one individuals life, and is experienced as it should, but in doing so, he would accept being human, and so one will ultimately face death, as one should." He said to himself.

He sat next to Larisa's bed, he could not take his eyes off the beautiful form of the night elf, and he wanted to experience what life was. But, his own existence was true for one thing, war. He was no longer human, but an ideal a symbol one that would last eternity.

"Can death love?" He wondered.

Touching her forehead Brent felt her presence, he was no telepath, but he knew how to feel what a person felt, he could see their wish their life, everything that made them what they were, he could see. And he embraced the feeling of fondness and compassion that ran through her for him.

"Love, is only an experience that one must truly embrace to understand." He thought.

Larisa however was the one to oppose the thought. "But love can only be embraced by experiencing it, not just understanding." She said through their minds.

It was then he felt as though he was alive, a human once more, he kissed her. And the rest was pillow talk.

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Next morning…

Relina was walking about the city; she had awoken to the usual morning sounds of Ogrimmar so she could see Brent that morning about their final discussion with the leadership of the Horde. She didn't exactly know why, but she had a feeling or intuition that something might happen.

She shrugged the thought off and headed for the HRVs parked outside the gates, upon entering the vehicle she went to Brent's room to see him. But as she knocked she realised the door was open, looking in she saw that he wasn't there.

Relina had a definite sneaking suspicion that something was different about the day, she looked about and located Larisa's room. Knocking on the door, she waited for a response, but none came, using her special skills, she tapped at the door with an enchanted picklock.

It didn't take long for any kind of rogue to open a door, especially one that was meant as a basic open and close one. A satisfying click and the door opened.

"So, why can't I enter a room without-?" She stopped mid-sentence.

There in their bed, Larisa was sleeping next to Brent, who was naked from the waist up, although Larisa was asleep in her full night clothes. Both of them awoke as Relina spoke, and now a very awkward pause.

"Relina, I can explain." Brent said.

The blood elf nodded and then walked out. "WHAT THE F***" She screamed.

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Three hours later…

Brent had a feeling that the two elves that were now sitting at the table were not even going to talk to one another, they seemed to steam off with anger that one got to him before the other. And Larisa was not happy that he was still putting up with Relina.

"Well this is awkward." He said.

"No kidding, I didn't think that this bitch could seduce you that easily, if I had known I might have tried sooner." Relina deadpanned.

"Well I didn't think that it matters that he decided to visit me last night, and of course he kissed me, not on my accord, but his, now why don't you accept that." Larisa retorted.

"Like I'd believe that, he only slept with you because of his so called attachment, and he hasn't even sealed his love for you just yet. So don't go thinking this is over."

"Hah, that's coming from the sore loser."

Brent had about enough. "Okay, let's just call it a day, we need to talk to the horde leadership and soon, and I need to deploy my representatives to begin their talks."

"Fine, but don't expect me to put on a show with this bitch walking next to me."

"Likewise unto you." Larisa said.

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Arriving in Grommash Hold once more, Brent and his team along with Larisa and her night elves stood before the horde leaders, he knew that there was more to the short break from yesterday, the horde had sent out a small group to locate their base and confirm it, the reports from Alpha came through last night.

"So shall we proceed?" Brent asked.

"Yes, we have come to a conclusion that the UNSC is a neutral power, and one that we will no doubt benefit from if you are to become a neutral power. We do however express concern over our own borders and interest and request a single proposal."

"What proposal might that be?" Brent asked.

"That you will allow us to gain access to aid when it is needed."

"That might take a while to think about, we aren't exactly that charitable, especially since we don't exactly have that much resources left, the draenei have already asked for aid, and we have out hands tied." Brent explained.

"Well that is unfortunate; in any case, aid in any situation would be greatly appreciated."

"Yes, I'll pass your message along to my commander; however there is one thing we can discuss."

"What may that be?"

"Trade, the UNSC base encampment we have is capable of trade, our home isn't exactly in abundance of materials, but we have a healthy supply of lumber and gold and a few other commodities, if you are able to trade something in return we could start a healthy trade for both factions."

"Ah, then that would be on our next agenda." Thrall said.

"Is there anything else we should be discussing?" Brent asked.

"I believe that you volunteered some of your brothers to represent you within the horde?"

"Right, my commander felt obliged to keep a neutral presence within horde territory, and he has volunteered my three brothers to do so, each have a specific role to play and are willing to involve themselves."

"Which of your brothers are they?"

"Advent Nickel, Dante and Strife have volunteered themselves for this role, there is a fourth but he remains undecided."

Brent didn't have much time to receive a response as Garrosh Hellscream interjected angrily.

"How can we be expected to accept human representatives? They have no place in horde territory, warchief I'd rather have nothing to do with these weaklings, even if they say they have fought war that we never experienced that doesn't mean we need to accept their representatives."

"Silent Garrosh, I know when to trust judgement, and these humans have no animosity against us, that is a change that we should welcome."

"But still, how can we know for sure, they only carry weapons that may look threatening, but they cannot prove their strength, if they wish to send their representatives, they will only pass by my challenge." He said warily.

"No Garrosh, I will not allow for an early conflict when we have only been-."

Surprisingly Nickel intervened.

"Actually, I accept the challenge, I for one, don't mind a bit of practice, I need to keep on my toes, and I get tired of waiting as well. I'm sure Dante and Strife wouldn't mind trying, how about you Damien?"

The fourth rep decided to think it through for a moment. "I'll see what I can do."

Thrall sat there, slightly surprised, he expected Brent to volunteer for the challenge.

"So are you sure of your decision?" He asked Brent.

"Don't ask me, my brothers have their own minds, and from what they say, they'll happily accept."

Garrosh wasn't grinning, his face was somewhere between surprised and confident.

"Then we shall depart for the valley of Honour immediately, we shall see how well you do in the Ring of Valour." Garrosh said surely.

"So we shall." Nickel said while smiling.

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"So, what do we do now? Do we take off our armour, or is this all separate challenges that require different gear?" Damien asked.

"It is different for each one of you, the first challenger will face what the others see fit." The orc overseer said.

"Then I'll go first." Nickel said.

"Fine, but I am sure that Garrosh is the first one that is up."

"Which is why I would like to see his skills, and besides, I don't have any armour on, it'll take another twenty minutes to unsuit these guys." The young advent said.

"Fine it's your funeral."

Nickel grinned at the comment; he knew that these idiots would never take him seriously until he proved that he could defeat the strongest of them. So take out the biggest one and see how they like that.

"You think that's a good idea to have your youngest brother challenge Garrosh?" Larisa asked.

"Who said he was the youngest, he's just the more powerful."

"Oh, wait what?"

The other Spartans began to get their gear checked and ready while Nickel took to the arena. All around the young advent the orcs screamed and chanted, they were expecting a fight, especially from the newcomers.

But as Nickel stepped out into the arena, they suddenly stopped in confusion.

On the other side Garrosh roared out. "This is my challenger? You are merely a cub, you don't even look dangerous, hah, had your brothers decided to sacrifice their youngest?"

"No, just wanted to get their suits checked before they continue on, besides, I was looking forwards for a good work out."

The Advent stood at 160cm tall, while Garrosh was 241cm and even broader, his figure seemed to dwarf the young advent, yet not in power.

"This challenge shall begin, fight well, Lok'tar!"

The fight began with a roar of cheers and chants, the horde leaders themselves watched in interest, even though Nickel wasn't tall or seemingly built, his figure alone seemed to generate an aura, one that Garrosh had not noticed.

"Fine, once this weakling is dealt with is shall truly see his brothers meet the same fate." He growled as he charged.

"And they say elites are bold."

Garrosh charged with his axe and swung it down at the advent, Nickel predicted that this might happen and then moved.

The axe swiped down and collided with the earth below, Garrosh only registered this as he was suddenly thrown back by a terrible amount of force.

Nickel had punched the foolhardy orc with his fist, his glowing fist. Garrosh flew through the air until he collided with the wall on the other side where he began.

The entire stadium was suddenly silent as they watched in confusion of the sudden change in events.

"I told you not to underestimate me, why do you think I am called the Advent? I am the will of light." He said as he suddenly vanished in a swirl of dust.

Garrosh had already moved back up to face the advent when he was suddenly lifted from the ground once more, he looked about to see Nickel lift his arm and throw him by it.

This time he went flying upwards, and as he came down, Nickel jumped up and intersected him in midair; he kicked out with his legs.

"Eagle strike." He called.

The attack collided with Garrosh's face and swung him downwards, he registered once more the feeling of falling before another impact, and he struck the floor hard a moment later.

The entire arena was now focused on the advent that had glided to the ground, energy seemed to stiffen the air around him and everyone was noticing the large particles of light forming around him.

Garrosh pried himself out of the ground, his armor was dented in almost every region, and he came about to see the advent land in front.

"What are you? I smell nothing of the powers of any mage, or any damned mana, yet you can levitate with ease? How are you possible?"

"As I said, I am the avatar of light, the god's granted me this power and only they may strip that from me, and also, I'm really fast."

The orc seemed to gather himself once more and charge. "I won't go down without a fight." He yelled.

The attack from his axe missed the advent again; Nickel then grabbed the orc by grasping the air around him and lifted him.

"Well if you don't go down now, then I'll make you." He smirked.

The orc was tossed across the arena and then stopped as he arrived at the edge of the arena, he then began to run the length of the entire arena, the spinning effect seemed to get everyone's attention as they circled their heads to follow the poor orc.

Nickel then halted the spinning and let Garrosh down, the orc warrior collapsed after attempting to stand.

"Well anyone else?" He said out loud.

The stadium remained quiet, and he walked off, Garrosh as he was couldn't face the young man, so they simply moved him off.

"The next challenge is Damien and the naga!" The announcer yelled.

A torrent of cheers came from above the crowd; they all were anticipating this kind of challenge, a good watery grave for their hated foe. It only took minutes to allow the crusader class marine to take to the stage; his blue shining armor glimmered in the sun of the barrens.

Then the arena began to flood, a small amount of water came from the tunnels below, and suddenly a wave of water came through, a hissing sound indicated the very opponent that Damien was to fight.

"So, serpent people with an aggressive tendency, that's new." He said drawing out his combat knives.

The first he could identify of the naga were the massive beings carrying tridents and staffs, then the more serpent and feminine like naga that possessed a type of alluring body. Damien had a policy of not hurting women, but he decided to go for the challenge and ignore what his enemies looked like.

It didn't take long for things to get really started, the naga males swarmed in on him from all direction as the sirens began a chant from the rear to summon the necessary spells and also to use range.

The first thing that Damien did was to tackle the nearest naga and drive the 15inch knife through its skull base. The spectators watched with awe as he suddenly twisted up, the advanced armor reaction suddenly boosted and he landed in a run, the next victim on his list was the second and largest naga.

The serpent struck out but missed as he grabbed the trident and lifted himself with it, his super human strength lashed out with a kick to the naga's face, the being staggered back, it attempted to regain its bearings but it suddenly found itself pinned to the ground.

Damien had driven the three pronged spear through the torso of the unfortunate serpent, he then proceeded to dealing with the fourth and fifth, the other combat knife that he had he threw as he charged.

The blade sunk itself into the tail of the fourth as it charged to counter his attack, the knife dug hard as it tried to move, but he was already in front of it. He swiftly decapitated the naga, by drawing out another combat knife and slashing at the neck line.

The fifth and third naga attacked from both directions from his sides, he ducked hard as he moved out of the incoming weapons, and the spears collided in the middle as he ducked. Damien knocked the tips of the spears upwards and shattered them while doing so.

Grabbing both the naga warriors he slammed their scaled heads together in a single move, jumping down gracefully he landed with a moderate thud as the bodies dropped to the floor of the arena. The naga sirens began to panic as he moved towards them; arrows were fired at the distance in hopes of slowing him down. But alas they fired in vain, the first siren was struck by the combined attacks of his fists and feet, the naga was thrown across the stadium and landed with a wet thud.

The final naga chanted a spell one thing that Damien never knew of. It didn't take long for him to find out as the water at the floor of the stadium suddenly erupted, a mass of water began to rush up and form into a humanoid shape.

He watched in surprise as the being suddenly took a swing at him, quickly glancing at the monster, his Spartan time became active. Everything slowed as he moved, he watched as the water element attacked, he jumped back and primed an incendiary grenade.

The naga finally spoke in confidence. "You cannot defeat the elemetsss, they guide our ssstrength, and so ssshall you witnessss the outcome."

"Yeah, well we'll see about that then."

He lobbed the grenade at the water element, it simply absorbed it and waited, then in a flash the element exploded from the inside, they all watched as it detonated, as it vaporized the unfortunate element the naga simply coiled back in fear.

He walked over and grabbed her by the neck. "So, are you ready to die?"

She simply gaped as his grip chocked her; she began to cry in fear as he looked at her through the cold unforgiving lenses of his helmet.

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"I can't believe you let her live." Larisa said to the Spartan.

"Hey she had tears coming out of her eyes, what the hell was I going to do? I ran out of grenades and I didn't want to kill her as much."

"Well too late for that now isn't it?" Relina said.

"So what about the others are they jumping in or what?" Brent asked.

"Yeah I think that we still have Strife and Dante, they said they wanted a go."

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TUNE IN NEXT TIME ON ORGRIMMAR BRAWL!

I was just kidding; by the way I never had time for Lina Inverse so, just a quick cameo down the bottom of my heart.

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Pelican Flight- Stormwind

Before leaving Theramore Himitsuki had a request given to him by lady Proudmoore, she insisted on sending a high elf mage named Lina Inverse, he wasn't sure what to make of the young elf. But he didn't judge so he let her aboard the pelican flight.

"So, do you have any chocolate?" She asked nicely to Jordan.

"No, and I'm the chef not the ration guy."

There was a pause until she asked again. "So, do you have any chocolate now?"

"God help me…"

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Poor Jordan, he'll be back next time…