She slashed at her enemy. Her sword elongated, the enchated ice harder and sharper than any steel. She saw her ghoul sneaking up, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, to bite, to claw, to kill. She sent a curse at her opponent, the smell of decay filling the air even more. She didn't know (want to know, WANT TO KNOW) who the holy warrior was, she just followed the voice.
Rated: M - English - Adventure/Horror - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,351 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 7/26/2015 - Published: 7/7/2015 - Arthas Menethil, Human, The Scourge