Blah blah blah, as everyone knows, I do not own warcraft.Blizzard
does.ANYWAYS chapter 3 is up! Blah blah blah.go on! READ! Hahah and also,
I'll try not to refer to the actual spells. . . sometimes it's kinda hard
to put it in any other words. ah well, R&R please!
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The moon shone brightly as three exhausted forces returned to the base from an undead attack. Those that needed to be healed or needed mana headed towards the moon wells, each taking their turns, two at a time. Among all of the many that were at a well, tending to their wounds, were two elves that had led their own force, Firebrand and Sylvos, angrily arguing like they always were whenever they were with each other.
"I could have killed all those abominations by myself!" Sylvos told her. "I didn't even need your help at all!"
"What do you mean? I even admit that I wouldn't be able to take down seven of them without help!" she retorted.
"You probably couldn't even take one down alone." he snarled.
They glared at each other for a short moment and then proceeded to heal themselves using the magical powers of the well. Firebrand had a deep gash in her arm by attacking an abomination that was about to hit Sylvos, in response from the large monster, it swiped a cleaver that was impossible for her to dodge and it hit her arm. She dipped some bandages into the well and wrapped them around her arm. She could already feel the wound beginning to close. She rubbed water over the remaining cuts and bruises.
Sylvos removed pieces of his armour and set them beside him. He suffered some strong bruises by the force of the blow from the abominations. It seemed that both of them suffered their wounds from the enormous zombies that looked as if they were pieced together using dead body parts. Sylvos was having trouble breathing, he took hard breathes trying to get enough air.
"Broken rib or two," mumbled Firebrand still focusing on her wounds, "here, take these." She threw him a few damp cloth bandages and they landed beside him, a small vial filled with a green liquid rolled over to him as well. "I guess I used too much well-water."
He reluctantly took them and took off his shirt that he wore under his red plates. He wrapped the damp bandages around his chest and then drank the liquid. He could feel the rib form back together, but not strong enough to make it strong again. He left the well-water to do that. He put his shirt back on and picked up his unbuckled plates and stood up. He looked around for one of his gauntlets but decided to come back for it.
"Are you looking for this?" Firebrand asked as she stood up behind him holding up a red gauntlet with gold outlining. "You can't carry anymore. . . I'll be nice just this time with that rib of yours. . ." she pointed out.
Sylvos began to put his armour back on again as he began to walk towards the Den of Wonders. He handed a bag of coins to the elven shopkeeper and in return, got a small heart-shaped vial filled with a transparent potion. He handed it to Firebrand and said, "Here, it's a late present for your sixteenth birthday.even though you have the manners of a demon."
"Hunter," she added as she put the put it in a pocket on her belt. "and um. . .thanks for the anti-magic potion."
"Joo betta hurry mon! Foorion and Teerand needsa joo to report to dem soon." called out Rokhan, a troll Shadow Hunter, who led the other army with the elves.
"Thanks, we were heading there anyways." Sylvos replied.
Rokhan joined them as they walked towards a large shack in the middle of the base.
"What do you mean you 'assisted me on attacking one of the undead bases'?!" Firebrand demanded, as they walked out of the shack, passing along a rack of weaponry beside an Arcane Sanctum.
"I sent almost half of my army to help your force take out that base! I sent spellbreakers, sorceresses, and footmen to help you! You should have seen them, there was no possible way that you could have razed it with so little troops!" he explained with outrage.
"I'll show you raze!" she snarled as she took double-bladed sword from the rack beside her and pointed an end at the blood mage.
Sylvos also drew a double-bladed sword and challenged her by pointing the tip away with his weapon. Firebrand aimed a blow at him, which he blocked at his side. They had exchanged attacks, but all were dodged, or blocked, including counter-attacks. In no time, there was a large circle of trolls, orcs, elves, and humans that watched the never-ending battle.
"I betta joo twenty dollas if Firebrand wins da battle, Trall-mon." Rokhan offered.
Thrall blankly stared at him, "No, Rokhan, you know that I never win a bet." he replied.
Sylvos aimed a stab at her stomach, but she swung behind him. He thrust his sword back, in hopes of getting her there, and was blocked by Firebrand spinning her sword to make a shield. He quickly spun around and was met by the flat part of her blade coming straight for his chest, he got winded and fell down on his back. Firebrand got on top of him and tried to hit him with the flat side of the blade again. Sylvos barely managed to block it with his blade, he had one hand on the hilt and another placed at the flat side of his blade, trying to push away Firebrand's blade, as she tried to push it down. Their cold gazes locked.
"I'm going to be defeated by being sat on by someone younger than me.how miserable." Sylvos thought to himself.
"I can't believe that I'm sitting on his stomach." Firebrand thought in her head.
They suddenly burst into laughter and they ceased their battle. Firebrand lifted her blade off his sword and got off his stomach, she offered her hand out to him to help him up. Sylvos lifted up his blade and took her hand to get up. They dusted themselves as they got to their feet and put back the double-edged sword. Their audience applauded and gave them a path to leave from.
Furion and Tyrande were two of the clapping audience members, though they did not approve of the fight. They were solely there to make sure that the battle did not end up in somebody getting hurt. They applauded because of something that had never happened for so long.
"It was amazing to see that!" Tyrande exclaimed as she walked beside Furion.
"It was, my love. After he came to us, after his sister fell, I thought that we would never get to see a happy, young Sylvos." he replied.
"And he was laughing. . .not sarcastically, like he sometimes does, I think that he actually meant it." she said.
Firebrand lay on her bed, deep in thought. She remembered the part where they looked at each other, it seemed to make her stomach feel weird. "No," she thought. "could it really be? Him? We always fight! I hate him!" She turned to her side and decided to go to sleep.
Sylvos sat on his bed, taking off his armour and setting it beside him. He recalled the last part of their battle, when they had looked at each other and then laughed. "What made me laugh?" he asked himself. "Ever since Sylvanas died, I've never actually smiled. . .let alone laughed. . .Her childish face, her young, yet aggressive personality. . .No! Why her?" He felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He quickly finished removing his plates and rested for the night.
The for the next few weeks, they kept away from each other. If they saw each other, they would hide behind buildings or trees and wait until they were absolutely sure that they were gone. After that, they were back to normal with their usual arguments and bickering, but never did they have another fight like that one. Strangely, they were being assigned together for almost every job or attack. They believed that it was one of Furion's ideas. . .
The moon shone brightly as three exhausted forces returned to the base from an undead attack. Those that needed to be healed or needed mana headed towards the moon wells, each taking their turns, two at a time. Among all of the many that were at a well, tending to their wounds, were two elves that had led their own force, Firebrand and Sylvos, angrily arguing like they always were whenever they were with each other.
"I could have killed all those abominations by myself!" Sylvos told her. "I didn't even need your help at all!"
"What do you mean? I even admit that I wouldn't be able to take down seven of them without help!" she retorted.
"You probably couldn't even take one down alone." he snarled.
They glared at each other for a short moment and then proceeded to heal themselves using the magical powers of the well. Firebrand had a deep gash in her arm by attacking an abomination that was about to hit Sylvos, in response from the large monster, it swiped a cleaver that was impossible for her to dodge and it hit her arm. She dipped some bandages into the well and wrapped them around her arm. She could already feel the wound beginning to close. She rubbed water over the remaining cuts and bruises.
Sylvos removed pieces of his armour and set them beside him. He suffered some strong bruises by the force of the blow from the abominations. It seemed that both of them suffered their wounds from the enormous zombies that looked as if they were pieced together using dead body parts. Sylvos was having trouble breathing, he took hard breathes trying to get enough air.
"Broken rib or two," mumbled Firebrand still focusing on her wounds, "here, take these." She threw him a few damp cloth bandages and they landed beside him, a small vial filled with a green liquid rolled over to him as well. "I guess I used too much well-water."
He reluctantly took them and took off his shirt that he wore under his red plates. He wrapped the damp bandages around his chest and then drank the liquid. He could feel the rib form back together, but not strong enough to make it strong again. He left the well-water to do that. He put his shirt back on and picked up his unbuckled plates and stood up. He looked around for one of his gauntlets but decided to come back for it.
"Are you looking for this?" Firebrand asked as she stood up behind him holding up a red gauntlet with gold outlining. "You can't carry anymore. . . I'll be nice just this time with that rib of yours. . ." she pointed out.
Sylvos began to put his armour back on again as he began to walk towards the Den of Wonders. He handed a bag of coins to the elven shopkeeper and in return, got a small heart-shaped vial filled with a transparent potion. He handed it to Firebrand and said, "Here, it's a late present for your sixteenth birthday.even though you have the manners of a demon."
"Hunter," she added as she put the put it in a pocket on her belt. "and um. . .thanks for the anti-magic potion."
"Joo betta hurry mon! Foorion and Teerand needsa joo to report to dem soon." called out Rokhan, a troll Shadow Hunter, who led the other army with the elves.
"Thanks, we were heading there anyways." Sylvos replied.
Rokhan joined them as they walked towards a large shack in the middle of the base.
"What do you mean you 'assisted me on attacking one of the undead bases'?!" Firebrand demanded, as they walked out of the shack, passing along a rack of weaponry beside an Arcane Sanctum.
"I sent almost half of my army to help your force take out that base! I sent spellbreakers, sorceresses, and footmen to help you! You should have seen them, there was no possible way that you could have razed it with so little troops!" he explained with outrage.
"I'll show you raze!" she snarled as she took double-bladed sword from the rack beside her and pointed an end at the blood mage.
Sylvos also drew a double-bladed sword and challenged her by pointing the tip away with his weapon. Firebrand aimed a blow at him, which he blocked at his side. They had exchanged attacks, but all were dodged, or blocked, including counter-attacks. In no time, there was a large circle of trolls, orcs, elves, and humans that watched the never-ending battle.
"I betta joo twenty dollas if Firebrand wins da battle, Trall-mon." Rokhan offered.
Thrall blankly stared at him, "No, Rokhan, you know that I never win a bet." he replied.
Sylvos aimed a stab at her stomach, but she swung behind him. He thrust his sword back, in hopes of getting her there, and was blocked by Firebrand spinning her sword to make a shield. He quickly spun around and was met by the flat part of her blade coming straight for his chest, he got winded and fell down on his back. Firebrand got on top of him and tried to hit him with the flat side of the blade again. Sylvos barely managed to block it with his blade, he had one hand on the hilt and another placed at the flat side of his blade, trying to push away Firebrand's blade, as she tried to push it down. Their cold gazes locked.
"I'm going to be defeated by being sat on by someone younger than me.how miserable." Sylvos thought to himself.
"I can't believe that I'm sitting on his stomach." Firebrand thought in her head.
They suddenly burst into laughter and they ceased their battle. Firebrand lifted her blade off his sword and got off his stomach, she offered her hand out to him to help him up. Sylvos lifted up his blade and took her hand to get up. They dusted themselves as they got to their feet and put back the double-edged sword. Their audience applauded and gave them a path to leave from.
Furion and Tyrande were two of the clapping audience members, though they did not approve of the fight. They were solely there to make sure that the battle did not end up in somebody getting hurt. They applauded because of something that had never happened for so long.
"It was amazing to see that!" Tyrande exclaimed as she walked beside Furion.
"It was, my love. After he came to us, after his sister fell, I thought that we would never get to see a happy, young Sylvos." he replied.
"And he was laughing. . .not sarcastically, like he sometimes does, I think that he actually meant it." she said.
Firebrand lay on her bed, deep in thought. She remembered the part where they looked at each other, it seemed to make her stomach feel weird. "No," she thought. "could it really be? Him? We always fight! I hate him!" She turned to her side and decided to go to sleep.
Sylvos sat on his bed, taking off his armour and setting it beside him. He recalled the last part of their battle, when they had looked at each other and then laughed. "What made me laugh?" he asked himself. "Ever since Sylvanas died, I've never actually smiled. . .let alone laughed. . .Her childish face, her young, yet aggressive personality. . .No! Why her?" He felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He quickly finished removing his plates and rested for the night.
The for the next few weeks, they kept away from each other. If they saw each other, they would hide behind buildings or trees and wait until they were absolutely sure that they were gone. After that, they were back to normal with their usual arguments and bickering, but never did they have another fight like that one. Strangely, they were being assigned together for almost every job or attack. They believed that it was one of Furion's ideas. . .