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"We need to cause a distraction."

Mr. Blackheart had been kind enough to wait for Miss GC to scare the crap out of me with all that death talk before bringing up he and Neesera's decided plan of attack. He put one boney hand on my shoulder and then pointed a meatless finger toward the infernal nearest the corner we were in. He ignored how my skin paled almost to his shade as it occurred to me that the reason he was saying this to me was because I was to do the distraction.

He rummaged through his pocket and produced a small, hexagonal looking stone. It was smooth, save for a few spider-fractures running across the surface. "Each technician has one of these…it's how they check the infernals and turn them on…" He trailed off as he looked at Miss GC, who looked ready to hug him and tell him he was the coolest thing since sliced bread. She's a serious fan girl, if you couldn't tell. Well, he just kind of looked her over a moment and then went back to explaining. "Steal one of the keys from the demons and then go to this corner and start disabling the infernals." He paused, noticing that I looked ready to protest. What stopped me from arguing, though, was how tired he seemed. I hadn't really seen him as anything other than maniacal and evil, so it kind of threw me. "You don't need some deep insight into how demons work. Just hit the runes until the damned things collapse or malfunction."

I wanted to point out that Miss GC would likely be a much better candidate than I was, seeing as she was all in the know and whatnot, but…she was a 'hunter'. She couldn't stealth.

So instead, I simply nodded. I admit, I kind of wanted Brath or Neesera or even one of the darn demons to tell me I didn't have to do it or something, but that's what I came out here for, right? To help?

As I was turning to go, Brath caught my hand and kissed me, running his fingers across me cheek, through my hair, and down my neck. He smiled against my lips, but when he pulled away, I caught sight of Mr. Blackheart again and…

Holy crap. It's like I stole his man. Well, maybe not quite like that, but…it was like he knew he'd lost his best friend to someone else.

I shivered at the thought of making enemies with a corpse who could live through almost anything and turned away a bit too quickly.

However, before my mind could drum up the proper level of paranoia that I'm sure Mr. Blackheart would have appreciated, I was set back on task.

Brath whispered after me that he wouldn't let anything happen to me and that we could talk when all this was said and done. It made me feel better, you know. Dumb that simple words could do that, but whatever.

So anyway, with those words echoing around in my head, before I knew it I was slipping between the nearest infernals, keeping an eye out for any lonely demons to rob. It took me about ten minutes of lightly treading and back stepping to avoid being seen before I finally found one over by his lonesome.

I swear, it was like something was watching over me. Seriously. Because almost as soon as I started toward the little guy, he—she, it? Those creatures are so ugly…it's hard to tell gender. Anyway, as I was sneaking toward him, he tripped and pretty much everything in his pockets spilled across the floor.

So…here's the embarrassing part where I felt like I needed to go back to kindergarten again. In my thrill about what had happened, I grabbed up what I thought was the key, but even as I hid again behind one of the nearest infernals, I realized I was holding an octagonal stone instead of a hexagonal one.

That's right…I failed at basic shape recognition.

Aaaaanyway.

So I needed to fix things and fast, right? I mean, that little critter was scuttling across the floor, his large hands clumsily jerking things off the ground and shoving them back into his pockets. And he was closing in on the actual key pretty fast.

Now, I may be good at 'stealth', but picking pockets is another thing all together. If that key got back into his pocket, even if I did get it, I'd probably have to kill the little guy and then the noise would probably alert the others and a dead friend would let them know of the security breech a.k.a. us.

Lucky for me, I'd been training with Miksa, listening to her talk about gauging situations and acting accordingly and all and I just kinda went into autopilot. I snuck around the infernal, took the thing in my hand and lightly tossed it across the way, toward the bottom of the infernal on the other side of the aisle. The little demon jumped as the octagon thing clacked against the floor, but I'd thrown it just right so that it looked like when it had first been dropped, it'd been propped up against the giant leg and had just now slipped down to hit the ground fully.

As the demon waddled over to the octagon, I picked up the real key and left Mr. Blackheart's broken one in its place. I didn't stick around to see if the little monster would believe that he'd broken his key or not. However, no great clamor or anything happened, so I'm guessing he was sort of thinking, 'Crap, gotta replace this before anyone realizes I broke it…'

By the time I got back to the corner where the others had been, it'd been maybe fifteen minutes and I just about had a heart attack.

No one was there.

Even as I started to wonder if I'd taken too long finding a target and stuff and that maybe they were caught or something, I noticed a flitting movement near the back of the room, more toward the middle. I looked toward it and saw Brath, hiding behind a different pile of boxes than before.

It dawned on me that, as I'd been instructed to make the distraction back here, of course they wouldn't have stayed where all the bad guys are going to be flocking in a few minutes. Needless to say, I was really happy after that realization.

However, as we made eye contact, he frowned and made a few quick hand motions which I took to mean I needed to focus and not get myself caught. I dunno if that's actually what he meant or not, but I decided it was a good enough translation and I directed my attention back to my task at hand.

I went to the infernal closest to the corner—after making sure that none of the little technician guys were nearby—and then pulled out the key.

And realized I had no clue what to do with it.

So, I considered just smacking the infernal with it, but I hadn't seen any of the little demons actually touching the giants. And, you know, I didn't wanna accidentally break it and have to go find another one. So, instead, I slipped back into the ranks and stalked another little demon until I saw him use his key.

There went another ten minutes wasted, but whatever. Hopefully it just meant that Neesera and the others could get into position or whatever.

Anyway, to use the key, the thing had held it in the palm of his hand and then held it toward the infernal. By the time I'd made it back to the infernal I was to sabotage, I saw that Brath had moved down along the wall, closer to where I was. His gaze was sweeping the area and it dawned on me that I hadn't told him what I was gonna do, so he was probably wondering what the heck had happened.

The look he gave me when I waved quickly before ducking back into cover…if looks could kill…

I decided to hope that that look was because he was worried and set my focus back on messing with that end infernal. It took me a few tries to figure out how to hold the key to get the menu screen thing to show up in front of the infernal—another ten minutes wasted, as I had to dodge a few patrolling technicians—but once I did, I have to say…my guardian angel was so watching over me.

Remember Fizz's translation spell? Yeah. Totally translates demonic, too. The goblin is like a gift from god. Anyway. I think the demons had never really figured that their enemies would be able to read their programming or whatever, because there weren't a lot of fail safes and password protected areas on the panel. Rather, the interface was pretty user-friendly, kinda like a smart phone.

I miss my smart phone…

But the directory was pretty straightforward. As I kinda flipped through the options, looking for one that would let me disable the infernal, I saw another one that gave me the best idea ever.

By the way, I'm really fast on my phone—no shocker there, right? But anyway, once I knew what option I wanted, I logged off and timed myself to see how fast I could get to my option of choice.

About ten seconds once I knew which things to click to get me there.

Right before I set things into motion, I looked toward Brath, who was still watching me, and motioned for him to start heading down the wall. I clicked things into place and darted through the aisles, stopping about five in to access another control panel, a little further from the wall. Then I slipped forward a few more aisles and accessed another.

Even as I'd left that first aisle, that initial infernal had begun to emanate heat. As I was setting my third infernal on self-destruct—I guess they use that option to take out buildings and stuff?—the first one finally blew and I had to give up on just going down the whole side of the room to take out all the infernals because there was too much flying debris everywhere.

By the way, the best part of that explosion? It took out the infernals five aisles down and the second one I'd tampered with exploded while its pieces were in the air. Like, each piece, flying in different angles and stuff, blew up and did even more damage than the first one had.

It was, as WoWers say, pretty epic.

I nearly got crushed by a flying rock arm as I ran to the wall, but before it could smush me, Brath caught my arm and dragged me safely behind a stack of spare parts. And that was when the third one went off.

Brath had to stifle a cackle as one of the demons who had been running to put out the fires and all that was crushed by a piece of newly exploded infernal. He tussled my hair and then jerked me closer, ducking down and calling out his wings to wrap around us and block some more falling debris. I hadn't even heard it clatter to the flood before I found myself being dragged behind the next set of crates and boxes.

It looked kinda like the devastation done to my world, to my cities. Fire raining from above, the building creaking dangerously around us, and panicked cries for help.

Except this time it was the demons who were the ones fleeing in terror.

And they deserved it on so many levels.

For the first time in my life, I didn't feel bad for another creature's suffering. I found myself laughing at their misery along with Brath.

Anyway, in the new chaos, the need for subtlety dropped dramatically. Only one demon noticed us as we raced along the wall, and Brath snapped its neck before it could even call for help.

Everything was going great and I was thrilled that we were dealing such a blow to the Legion. I could totally see the rest of the groups doing just as well, since obviously I was the newbie here and things were going so swimmingly for me.

As we headed along the wall, I'd occasionally run over to an infernal and set another one to blow for good measure, even though that kind of told the demons we were heading along the one wall. It didn't really matter though, right? Because they were already trying to put out fires and if they tried to cut us off—a few did—they just ended up getting blown up by the latest tampered infernal.

It was awesome and I was on cloud nine. So was Brath, apparently. As I came back to his side, he'd kissed me again, even as the latest explosion rocked the area and sent debris falling around us.

His hands rested on my hips and for a second I thought he was gonna try to make out with me, right in the middle of all this, when he simply frowned and straightened up a bit, listening.

I'm not sure, but I think dragon senses are a bit better than human ones. I could be wrong, but he was definitely hearing something. His hand found his way to mine and he tugged me along after him. "Let's go."

As we came to the far end of the room, I saw that there were these machine things—probably a combination of magic and technology. A few of them were already smoking—no doubt thanks to Neesera and the others. However, that hardly registered as I saw the 'bigger' creature, the engineer.

He was frikkin' huge. There is no middle ground when it comes to anything Azeroth or Legion related. Either its small or its gigantic. Like, seriously. Anyway, Mr. Towering Evil was holding Miss GC in the air by one arm. Her body was limp as she hung there and then with an almost careless flick of his wrist, he tossed her to the side and she hit the floor with a sickening thud before her body bounced once and skidded, leaving a trail of blood.

Suddenly, it was like we hadn't been doing so well after all.

I was horrified, but there wasn't anything I could do, you know?

At least I didn't freeze up. All those weeks of patrols and slaying demons paid off. In that time, I'd seen people get hurt and even gotten a few cuts and bruises myself—nothing this dire—and so…I don't want to say I forgot her, but I focused my attention on the bad guy.

Honestly, action movies have always struck me as kinda lame because I always get bored watching two people beat each other up, so I can't really give you a play by play of how the fight went down. There was fire—lots of fire—and watery healing magic and Tinkerbelle and weapons all over the place. That Chihuahua is vicious, let me tell you.

Well, they'd already engaged the fighting before Brath and I had arrived and the fight was practically over as soon as we got there. It was like seeing Miss GC get tossed aside gave the rest of us the…I don't wanna call it inspiration, but something like that.

Mr. Blackheart got the last hit in. And by hit I mean that he sort of melted the creature's face off. I don't think I'll ever sleep well again, without some heavy duty sleeping pills. Because just…ew.

But, even as the engineer's body slumped to the ground, a voice called out from behind me.

"Woohoo!"

We all whirled around and saw that Miss GC was alive. As my jaw dropped, she put one hand on her hip—she would have put both, but one of her arms looked crushed, though even as she stumbled up to us, Neesera's magic healed her up nicely—and gave me a cocky grin.

"Feign death, bitches."

I guess that's a hunter ability?

Anyway, both she and Mr. Blackheart complimented me and Brath on all our explosions and we figured that we might as well take out the remaining half of the room while we were here. So we did.

And Mr. Blackheart is an evil genius. He controlled some of the infernals so that he could move them to the edges of the room and stuff and put timers on their self destructs—he's much more advanced in his understandings of how to work these things—and we ended up taking down the whole factory and like half the base around it.

They weren't going to be making infernals in my world anytime soon.

And that meant that our goal, at least, had been accomplished.

So it was time to meet up with the others and hope we weren't too late for the final show down.