Her eyes fluttered open, the vibrant felfire beginning to creep up to her brow in its usual fashion. The streams of energy and outlines of auras lit up in her spectral sight, the near-blinding silhouette and shape of Illidan Stormrage next to her. His gaze was cast down at her, the flames of his eyes burning radiantly behind his blindfold. "How do you feel?", he asked as she sat up, handing her her blindfold. Pyravia rolled her shoulders and her neck, her joints popping loudly as she shook away the stiffness. "Like fighting..", she sighed excitedly, extending her legs, the muscles in her body flexing as she moved her limbs, the pink scar that spanned her entire abdomen stretching with her porcelain skin. The Betrayer smirked, grabbing her hand and yanking her to her feet to stand with him. "Always prepared for a battle..", he murmured lovingly, strapping her Shattered Abyss mask to her head, his talons tracing her sharp, angular jaw.
Illidan's eyes were already beginning to burn fiercely in anticipation of the coming bloodshed, his subconscious screaming in bloodlust and need for vengeance. If Pyravia could tell or not, he did not know, though he hoped for the latter. She had been so horrified when he had led the warband against Muraxahr, in awe of his lack of care for his own safety. It would not end well if she knew how deep his hatred and vengeful fury ran, unlocked by Muraxahr's attack. Rage burned throughout him like a wildfire, stoked every time he stole a glance at the horrid scar left upon his lover and by the knowledge that he had failed in protecting her.
The two were shocked out of their reverie when they heard the shrieks of felbats and shouts of Legionfall defenders. "The war awaits us, Dalah'surfal.", Illidan growled eagerly, handing her the Aldrachi Warblades and grabbing his Warglaives of Azzinoth. Pyravia raced out of the tent behind him, eyes widening behind the mask as she saw the legions of demons attempting to encircle Deliverance Point above them. Infernals came crashing down from the Legion shuttles high overhead, felbats pouring in from all directions. "Get on my back.", the Betrayer ordered, immediately taking flight as soon as she was firmly in place.
He dove into the center of Deliverance Point, causing an explosion of blue flame and throwing several wrathguard away from Khadgar and the Prophet Velen. "Just in time!", Khadgar exclaimed, firing off several arcane bolts towards a group of imps on the edge of the Point. "Slayer! It is good to see you back in action.", he continued, smiling quickly before turning his attention back to the battle. The pair readied their weapons, preparing to charge down to the class enclaves, where the demons were most concentrated. Illidan quickly leaned down to Pyravia, whispering into her tall, elven ear.
"Do not stray far. Keep next to me.", the former Lord of Outland quietly ordered, before charging down to the enclaves, the Sin'dorei close behind him. "Lord Illidan!", Kayn Sunfury shouted, bashing a felguard in the face with his glaive and knocking it down the cliff. The rest of the Illidari shouted wordless cries, invigorated at the presence of the Slayer and the Betrayer.
Illidan tossed one of his glaives towards a towering shivarra, embedding the blade within her neck and throwing her the ground. With a frenzied howl of buried resentment , he leaped on to her body, raking the glaive acoss her throat and relishing in the spray of felblood. Pyravia slashed at the felbats that dared to dive towards her and her master, burying her weapons into one's torso as Illidan kicked the shivarra's corpse down the cliff. Grunting with extertion, she tore the demon from the sky, forcing it the ground and ripping the blades down its foul body, felblood pouring out and coating her arms. As she tore the weapons from the cadaver, she screamed in rage, felfire exploding around her body as she threw herself at a nearby felguard. She slashed viciously, blocking blow after blow from the felguard, holding its greataxe in place as Illidan barreled into it, shoving both of his glaives into its ribcage. Allari the Souleater joined the duo, vaulting onto the demon's shoulders and decapitating it, hurtling off as Illidan hurled the corpse off his glaives down into the sea.
Deliverance Point rang with the clash of weapon against weapon and the warcries of defenders of all kinds. Warriors quickly dispatched colossal Mo'Arg with druids in their ursine forms, mages and warlocks destroying clusters of imps and battalions of wrathguards, death knights and rogues obliterating felguards and jailers, paladins and shadow priests shattering shivarra and felbats with hunters at their backs. Many priests, shamans, druids, and paladins held the rear, healing what injured they saw and reviving those who fell. The Illidari fought away from the others, out of fear that their chaos magics would grow uncontrollable and hit one of their allies. Belath Dawnblade had transformed into his demonic form, rocketing around the battlefield like a living siege engine. Oceans of felblood followed him, painting the battlefield a sickening green. The Illidari were scattered around the bluff in small groups, only a few remaining completely by themselves.
"Incoming!", bellowed the worgen Battlelord, pointing one of his Valarjar Warswords at the sky. Khadgar and Velen raised their eyes where the beast pointed, finishing off the last few infernals that had dared to invade their foothold. A ball of crimson fire shot down into the center of Deliverance Point, a massive doomguard emerging from the smoldering embers with a flap of his wings. "Allari!", Illidan shouted, smacking two wrathguard with his wings and dazing them. Allari nodded quickly in understanding, racing to the felguard and grabbing their attention, allowing for the Betrayer and the Slayer to charge to the doomguard unhindered. "You stand in the presence of Iruxos, mortals! Cower before the end!", the demon roared, conjuring a hulking greatsword and swatting away the defenders who were bold enough to approach him. "Do not leave my sight!", Illidan hissed to Pyravia, before hurtling towards Iruxos, slicing down between the monstrosity's leathery wings. "Stormrage!", Iruxos boomed, rearing back to swing his greatsword down. With a strange sort of grace, Illidan ducked and flared his wings, dodging the doomguard's clumsy blow.
"You have displeased the Master, half-breed! A-rul shach kigon!", Iruxos howled, spittle flying from his fangs as he brought the greatsword down again, shattering the earth where it struck. As Illidan barrel rolled out of the way, Pyravia began to shift into her demonic form, vile spikes beginning to tear their way out of her flesh. The Betrayer did not respond to Iruxos' ravings, his rage beginning to overtake him as he dodged attack after attack. The anger was bleeding into his veins, his fists beginning to shake as flashes of Muraxahr and Pyravia broke into his mind.
Pyravia was rising from her knees, fully transformed, as she heard the echoing explosion of pure hatred. Her eyes immediately found her master, his skin darkening into a void-like purple. His tattoos glowed unlike anything she'd ever seen, fel-embers flying out of them as though they were from a forge in use. His glaives were gone, absorbed into his talons, much like her own.
"Xar il romath da tidesbi!", Illidan thundered in Eredun, stomping the ground with a cloven hoof, felfire raining from the sky towards Iruxos. The Kal'dorei gave himself over completely to his rage and tormet, devolving into a mindless whirlwind of talons and magic. Pyravia followed her master's example, leaping into the air and crashing down next to the doomguard, felfire bursting where she landed and a verdant rune appearing beneath her feet. The rune flickered for a few moments, before detonating, sending more felfire into the fray. Iruxos bellowed worldlessly, attempting to throw the two demon hunters away from him, felblood leaking from wherever their talons touched. Deliverance Point was a warzone, and they were at the very center.
