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"Can you sense them?" Sylvos asked Firebrand as they lay down beside each other on a small hill.
Their gaze was set on the night sky and each other. The moon was full and the sky was brightly lit with stars.
She nodded. "And they're absolutely beautiful."
"They are nothing compared to yourself, Firebrand."
She blushed a bright shade of pink and kissed his cheek.
He wrapped his arm around her but she pulled away slightly. "What's wrong? You seem a bit uncomfortable."
"I've never been this close to somebody before...but coming think of it, it feels rather assuring actually." she answered and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm really sorry about the way that I treated you when you first came here. I never meant to be so cold and it's just that..."
"I forgive you, Sylvos. It wasn't right of me to act so rudely either."
Suddenly, there was rustling from the bushes nearby. The noise was joined by a low growl. It chuckled with a hint of vile in its voice. "This one would be perfect as a sacrifice."
Firebrand grabbed her blades and she and Sylvos got up from the ground.
"Show yourself!" demanded the blood mage.
A dark figure emerged from the bushes as seven others stepped out behind him. They resembled bears with long claws that stood on two feet. Five wore a headband with red and blue feathers with paint smeared on their faces in thick bands. The other three only had the brightly coloured paint on their faces. The three were much larger than all of them and almost twice as tall as the two elves. A girl dressed in red and gold robes was lying unconcious near the shrubs.
"Furbolgs. Shamans and warriors...I should have guessed it." snarled Firebrand callously.
"You can't stop us, you weak girl!" snapped back a shaman, the largest of the five others.
She growled. "Am I weak? Would you like to find out for yourself?"
The furbolgs laughed without worry.
Firebrand glanced at Sylvos and he nodded with a content smirk. She mumbled a few words and a small pillar of flame struck up from the ground in front of the furbolgs. They backed away, only to step into a more intense flame and they quickly ran out. Their fur was slightly charred but nothing more. There was another rustling from the nearby shrubs as an armed figure appeared.
Maiev ran towards the furbolgs with her ring drawn. "Vengeance is strength!" she yelled. Her shadow rose up and imitated the appearance of the warden with her weapons. "Avatar, attack them!" she ordered.
It responded with a snarl and swiftly moved in to attack one of the large creatures. Its blade crackled as it made contact with the furbolg. It stepped aside, allowing Maiev's ring to hit the neck of the creature. He growled in agony as poison from her weapon seeped into its veins. He swiped madly at the avatar, but his claws passed through it. The shadow dealt the last blow as the warrior collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud. It raised its hands and a spirit rose out of the furbolg's corpse.
A green orb revolving around Sylvos' head, floated down into his hands. He chanted some words and they formed bright green flames around his hands. He rushed in towards a shaman and thrust a punch at his jaw. The furbolg clasped onto Sylvos' hand but soon let go as the heat seared into the soft padding of his paw. Sylvos ducked down, just in time to dodge a set of large claws that swept over his head. He stayed down as Firebrand rolled over his back and slashed the shaman across his stomach. Sylvos took no time and drew his dagger as he climbed up the creature's back. The flames from his hand spread onto the knife as well. He stabbed the furbolg in the neck as he grabbed some fur in the other hand, preparing for a struggle. To his surprise, he got thrown off easily by the enraged enemy, instead.
"Sylvos! Are you alright?" Firebrand called out as she dealt with one of the warriors.
"I'm fine, Firebrand, keep it up! I'll come aid you soon!" he replied. He got up and ran towards the shaman that he had just attacked. The furbolg stirred and was about to get up when Sylvos removed his dagger from the shaman's neck and kicked him in the head. After hearing a satisying crack, he dashed towards Firebrand.
Bright flames licked the blades of the young demon hunter. She sidestepped out of the path of a sharp claw and blocked the attack of another. She slashed the arms of the furbolg, leaving large gashes that bled profusely. She flipped backwards, getting out of the way of the quick and furious swipes from the angry shaman. She felt her back rub against the rough bark of a tree. "That's not good..." she said in her mind. "Don't show fear. Don't show it. If I look tough, maybe I can get myself out of th--" Somebody grabbed her by the waist and ran off. She was quickly set down as she recognized who it was. "Darksorrow?" she asked.
"You couldn't have gotten out of that anywhere close to alive." he answered her with a smile.
She grinned. "Well then, I suppose that I owe you a favour."
"Don't just stand around there!" called out another familiar voice.
"Coming, Flameseeker!" Firebrand replied.
A furbolg warrior chortled and was joined by another as they surrounded the three demon hunters.
Flameseeker shot them a cold glare. "What are you laughing at, you Ursa warriors? You used to laugh with us, but look at you now...You slaughter your own brothers!"
"Silence, you puny rat!" one of the furbolgs bellowed crossly. He swung his claw at Firebrand, who swiftly dodged it as Flameseeker and Darksorrow attacked him.
The other furbolg tried to attack them, but Darksorrow quickly spun around and landed deep cuts across his chest. The Ursa warrior roared in pure rage and was about to deliver a heavy blow of a claw towards the demon hunter, when suddenly, a shadow, touched with a hint of gold, rushed past them. The furbolg was practically bawling as there were small gashes across his eyes. The other one was on his knees and howling in pain with his paws to his eyes. When he put down his paws, they revealed another set of small gashes across his eyes. The Ursa warriors slashed wildly in front of them as all three demon hunters dashed in to attack.
Maiev spun around and unleashed a shower of knives. All of the blades met fur and flesh of the few furbolgs around her. Beside her, was her avatar, as well as dark spirits which were landing swift blows to the remaining creatures. Sylvos placed the finishing move and leapt up and landed a powerful spinning kick against a furbolg's jaw.
"That kill was mine, blood mage." muttered Maiev as she ran off to assist the demon hunters.
Sylvos shrugged. "I figured that you may have needed a bit of help." He answered as he shifted his gaze to her limp. He quickly turned his head to a thud following a cry. "Firebrand!"
Firebrand shook off her dizziness as she tried to sit up. She could feel the auras of her mother, her brother, Sylvos, and Darksorrow. But she only had one thought running through her mind,"Elune...Please tell me that I'm not blessed with an open wound..." She felt a wave of pain and clutched her side. As she lifted up one of her hands, she noticed that they were smeared with fresh blood. "Damn it! Sylvos, that can't be mine can it?" she asked him as he knelt down beside her.
Sylvos just chuckled. "Don't worry, Firebrand, you'll be fine." He wrapped her in his cape and picked her up in his arms. He signalled for the rest to follow.
"Wait!" Flameseeker called out as he raised a hand. "Somebody's still here!"
"Their...sacrifice..." Firebrand mumbled weakly to Sylvos. She was already loosing blood at a quick rate.
"If my hands were free, I would slap myself on the forehead. But nevertheless, we'll take him...or her." Sylvos told them.
A look of shock came to Flameseeker's face. "I-it's Kytalia."
Maiev let out a displeased sigh. "What in Elune's name is she doing? Furbolgs weren't even close to our base! She must have been wandering...again. I'll take her back. Once she awakens, she'll have a word or two with Tyrande and Furion." She then turned to her shadow. "Avatar, return to me!"
The avatar snarled as the spirits disappeared in a crackle of electricity and the shadow returned to Maiev. The warden ran over to Flameseeker to take Kytalia and managed to sneak in a glare towards the demon hunter. She then dashed off.
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Sylvos gently dabbed at her wound with a cloth dampened with the well water.
"Well, well, well, what happened here?"
Sylvos looked up to see Jaina. "We got into a fight with more furbolgs." he answered.
"The same ones that apparently took Kytalia as a tribute?" she questioned.
Firebrand weakly nodded.
"You look like you were up against a tough one, Firebrand." noted Jaina.
"At least you kept back from using any insults. Calling them 'lumps of fur' would not have been a good idea..." added in Sylvos. "I need to go meet up with Flameseeker to report this event to Tyrande and Furion now. I'll talk to you later, Firebrand." He tossed the cloth to Jaina and winked at Firebrand.
Firebrand caught his wink and smiled back.
"If you want any help, I'll gladly do so." offered Jaina.
Firebrand shook her head. "It's alright, I'll recover."
Jaina seemed amused and let out a laugh as she lightly wiped the wound. "Who are you kidding, you crazed girl? I'm going to help you anyways since you need it! And another thing, you've lost too much blood, Firebrand, you'll need to rest. I have a strange feeling that if I left it up to you, you would be up and fighting again."
"Jaina!"
"Furion wants to talk to you!"
"It's probably another guarding job..." said Jaina with a smirk.
Firebrand recognized the two as Painkiller and Ragerunner.
Painkiller knelt down beside her and took the cloth from the sorceress as she got up. "She'll be in good hands with us." He looked down at Firebrand as a calm smile formed on his lips. "We'll take you back to your hut once you're all patched up, alright?"
Jaina looked at Firebrand before she left. "I'll come visit you after. Besides, I want to know about everything that happened before."
"What are you two doing here?" Firebrand asked them curiously.
"According to Illidan, we're supposed to keep close by to protect you." answered Ragerunner while he gently dabbed at her wound.
Painkiller had his arm around her to prop her up while Ragerunner carefully wrapped some bandages around her waist. All three of them were faintly blushing.
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Flameseeker and Sylvos were tending to their wounds at the wells. Flameseeker seemed rather uneasy about the silence between them.
"Those were some nasty bears to fight, weren't they, Sylvos?"
"Oh I've been through a lot worse than that...abominations, crypt lords, both, more, less."
"I heard that you two got into a fight about taking down an undead base."
"It's true. We ended up with a tie but I just knew that something was different about her right then."
"How did you two tie?"
Sylvos had a blank look on his face. "She sat on me...and I just kept her sword back."
Flameseeker laughed loudly. "Such an interesting girl for a ruthless fighter..."
"Don't even think about it, Flameseeker."
"Are they...in love? A Quel'dorei and a Kaldorei...It seems so strange...but love has its bizarre qualities." he thought to himself. After a seemingly strange, but brief silence, he replied, "My apologies, Sylvos, I didn't mean it that way, besides, she is my half-sister. I would never think of her like that."
"I'm sorry. It's just that I have some strange feeling that those demon hunters are onto her."
"Damn straight, blood mage, damn straight..." Flameseeker said in his head.
"Can you sense them?" Sylvos asked Firebrand as they lay down beside each other on a small hill.
Their gaze was set on the night sky and each other. The moon was full and the sky was brightly lit with stars.
She nodded. "And they're absolutely beautiful."
"They are nothing compared to yourself, Firebrand."
She blushed a bright shade of pink and kissed his cheek.
He wrapped his arm around her but she pulled away slightly. "What's wrong? You seem a bit uncomfortable."
"I've never been this close to somebody before...but coming think of it, it feels rather assuring actually." she answered and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm really sorry about the way that I treated you when you first came here. I never meant to be so cold and it's just that..."
"I forgive you, Sylvos. It wasn't right of me to act so rudely either."
Suddenly, there was rustling from the bushes nearby. The noise was joined by a low growl. It chuckled with a hint of vile in its voice. "This one would be perfect as a sacrifice."
Firebrand grabbed her blades and she and Sylvos got up from the ground.
"Show yourself!" demanded the blood mage.
A dark figure emerged from the bushes as seven others stepped out behind him. They resembled bears with long claws that stood on two feet. Five wore a headband with red and blue feathers with paint smeared on their faces in thick bands. The other three only had the brightly coloured paint on their faces. The three were much larger than all of them and almost twice as tall as the two elves. A girl dressed in red and gold robes was lying unconcious near the shrubs.
"Furbolgs. Shamans and warriors...I should have guessed it." snarled Firebrand callously.
"You can't stop us, you weak girl!" snapped back a shaman, the largest of the five others.
She growled. "Am I weak? Would you like to find out for yourself?"
The furbolgs laughed without worry.
Firebrand glanced at Sylvos and he nodded with a content smirk. She mumbled a few words and a small pillar of flame struck up from the ground in front of the furbolgs. They backed away, only to step into a more intense flame and they quickly ran out. Their fur was slightly charred but nothing more. There was another rustling from the nearby shrubs as an armed figure appeared.
Maiev ran towards the furbolgs with her ring drawn. "Vengeance is strength!" she yelled. Her shadow rose up and imitated the appearance of the warden with her weapons. "Avatar, attack them!" she ordered.
It responded with a snarl and swiftly moved in to attack one of the large creatures. Its blade crackled as it made contact with the furbolg. It stepped aside, allowing Maiev's ring to hit the neck of the creature. He growled in agony as poison from her weapon seeped into its veins. He swiped madly at the avatar, but his claws passed through it. The shadow dealt the last blow as the warrior collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud. It raised its hands and a spirit rose out of the furbolg's corpse.
A green orb revolving around Sylvos' head, floated down into his hands. He chanted some words and they formed bright green flames around his hands. He rushed in towards a shaman and thrust a punch at his jaw. The furbolg clasped onto Sylvos' hand but soon let go as the heat seared into the soft padding of his paw. Sylvos ducked down, just in time to dodge a set of large claws that swept over his head. He stayed down as Firebrand rolled over his back and slashed the shaman across his stomach. Sylvos took no time and drew his dagger as he climbed up the creature's back. The flames from his hand spread onto the knife as well. He stabbed the furbolg in the neck as he grabbed some fur in the other hand, preparing for a struggle. To his surprise, he got thrown off easily by the enraged enemy, instead.
"Sylvos! Are you alright?" Firebrand called out as she dealt with one of the warriors.
"I'm fine, Firebrand, keep it up! I'll come aid you soon!" he replied. He got up and ran towards the shaman that he had just attacked. The furbolg stirred and was about to get up when Sylvos removed his dagger from the shaman's neck and kicked him in the head. After hearing a satisying crack, he dashed towards Firebrand.
Bright flames licked the blades of the young demon hunter. She sidestepped out of the path of a sharp claw and blocked the attack of another. She slashed the arms of the furbolg, leaving large gashes that bled profusely. She flipped backwards, getting out of the way of the quick and furious swipes from the angry shaman. She felt her back rub against the rough bark of a tree. "That's not good..." she said in her mind. "Don't show fear. Don't show it. If I look tough, maybe I can get myself out of th--" Somebody grabbed her by the waist and ran off. She was quickly set down as she recognized who it was. "Darksorrow?" she asked.
"You couldn't have gotten out of that anywhere close to alive." he answered her with a smile.
She grinned. "Well then, I suppose that I owe you a favour."
"Don't just stand around there!" called out another familiar voice.
"Coming, Flameseeker!" Firebrand replied.
A furbolg warrior chortled and was joined by another as they surrounded the three demon hunters.
Flameseeker shot them a cold glare. "What are you laughing at, you Ursa warriors? You used to laugh with us, but look at you now...You slaughter your own brothers!"
"Silence, you puny rat!" one of the furbolgs bellowed crossly. He swung his claw at Firebrand, who swiftly dodged it as Flameseeker and Darksorrow attacked him.
The other furbolg tried to attack them, but Darksorrow quickly spun around and landed deep cuts across his chest. The Ursa warrior roared in pure rage and was about to deliver a heavy blow of a claw towards the demon hunter, when suddenly, a shadow, touched with a hint of gold, rushed past them. The furbolg was practically bawling as there were small gashes across his eyes. The other one was on his knees and howling in pain with his paws to his eyes. When he put down his paws, they revealed another set of small gashes across his eyes. The Ursa warriors slashed wildly in front of them as all three demon hunters dashed in to attack.
Maiev spun around and unleashed a shower of knives. All of the blades met fur and flesh of the few furbolgs around her. Beside her, was her avatar, as well as dark spirits which were landing swift blows to the remaining creatures. Sylvos placed the finishing move and leapt up and landed a powerful spinning kick against a furbolg's jaw.
"That kill was mine, blood mage." muttered Maiev as she ran off to assist the demon hunters.
Sylvos shrugged. "I figured that you may have needed a bit of help." He answered as he shifted his gaze to her limp. He quickly turned his head to a thud following a cry. "Firebrand!"
Firebrand shook off her dizziness as she tried to sit up. She could feel the auras of her mother, her brother, Sylvos, and Darksorrow. But she only had one thought running through her mind,"Elune...Please tell me that I'm not blessed with an open wound..." She felt a wave of pain and clutched her side. As she lifted up one of her hands, she noticed that they were smeared with fresh blood. "Damn it! Sylvos, that can't be mine can it?" she asked him as he knelt down beside her.
Sylvos just chuckled. "Don't worry, Firebrand, you'll be fine." He wrapped her in his cape and picked her up in his arms. He signalled for the rest to follow.
"Wait!" Flameseeker called out as he raised a hand. "Somebody's still here!"
"Their...sacrifice..." Firebrand mumbled weakly to Sylvos. She was already loosing blood at a quick rate.
"If my hands were free, I would slap myself on the forehead. But nevertheless, we'll take him...or her." Sylvos told them.
A look of shock came to Flameseeker's face. "I-it's Kytalia."
Maiev let out a displeased sigh. "What in Elune's name is she doing? Furbolgs weren't even close to our base! She must have been wandering...again. I'll take her back. Once she awakens, she'll have a word or two with Tyrande and Furion." She then turned to her shadow. "Avatar, return to me!"
The avatar snarled as the spirits disappeared in a crackle of electricity and the shadow returned to Maiev. The warden ran over to Flameseeker to take Kytalia and managed to sneak in a glare towards the demon hunter. She then dashed off.
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Sylvos gently dabbed at her wound with a cloth dampened with the well water.
"Well, well, well, what happened here?"
Sylvos looked up to see Jaina. "We got into a fight with more furbolgs." he answered.
"The same ones that apparently took Kytalia as a tribute?" she questioned.
Firebrand weakly nodded.
"You look like you were up against a tough one, Firebrand." noted Jaina.
"At least you kept back from using any insults. Calling them 'lumps of fur' would not have been a good idea..." added in Sylvos. "I need to go meet up with Flameseeker to report this event to Tyrande and Furion now. I'll talk to you later, Firebrand." He tossed the cloth to Jaina and winked at Firebrand.
Firebrand caught his wink and smiled back.
"If you want any help, I'll gladly do so." offered Jaina.
Firebrand shook her head. "It's alright, I'll recover."
Jaina seemed amused and let out a laugh as she lightly wiped the wound. "Who are you kidding, you crazed girl? I'm going to help you anyways since you need it! And another thing, you've lost too much blood, Firebrand, you'll need to rest. I have a strange feeling that if I left it up to you, you would be up and fighting again."
"Jaina!"
"Furion wants to talk to you!"
"It's probably another guarding job..." said Jaina with a smirk.
Firebrand recognized the two as Painkiller and Ragerunner.
Painkiller knelt down beside her and took the cloth from the sorceress as she got up. "She'll be in good hands with us." He looked down at Firebrand as a calm smile formed on his lips. "We'll take you back to your hut once you're all patched up, alright?"
Jaina looked at Firebrand before she left. "I'll come visit you after. Besides, I want to know about everything that happened before."
"What are you two doing here?" Firebrand asked them curiously.
"According to Illidan, we're supposed to keep close by to protect you." answered Ragerunner while he gently dabbed at her wound.
Painkiller had his arm around her to prop her up while Ragerunner carefully wrapped some bandages around her waist. All three of them were faintly blushing.
---
Flameseeker and Sylvos were tending to their wounds at the wells. Flameseeker seemed rather uneasy about the silence between them.
"Those were some nasty bears to fight, weren't they, Sylvos?"
"Oh I've been through a lot worse than that...abominations, crypt lords, both, more, less."
"I heard that you two got into a fight about taking down an undead base."
"It's true. We ended up with a tie but I just knew that something was different about her right then."
"How did you two tie?"
Sylvos had a blank look on his face. "She sat on me...and I just kept her sword back."
Flameseeker laughed loudly. "Such an interesting girl for a ruthless fighter..."
"Don't even think about it, Flameseeker."
"Are they...in love? A Quel'dorei and a Kaldorei...It seems so strange...but love has its bizarre qualities." he thought to himself. After a seemingly strange, but brief silence, he replied, "My apologies, Sylvos, I didn't mean it that way, besides, she is my half-sister. I would never think of her like that."
"I'm sorry. It's just that I have some strange feeling that those demon hunters are onto her."
"Damn straight, blood mage, damn straight..." Flameseeker said in his head.