I checked the stats part of my account and saw that I've had 20 hits on my last chapter. So why hasn't one person left a review? Please people. Anyway, last chapter was kinda short, so i decided to post this one early.
Chapter 9
I hold my right arm steady with my left as I focus every ounce of magical energy I still have into my palm. The undead creature lumbers towards me. The ball of conjured power cackles in my hand, burning my fur and skin. I ignore the pain. The creature reaches out to grab me just as I release the ball of lightning into his chest.
My knees buckle under my weight. I'm exhausted after that attack, but the thing has to be destroyed. The sheer power of my blast decimates surrounding walls and the roof, dust clogs the air and stings my eyes.Powdered filth settles, and as I finally see the hulking form still standing, I gasp in shock. "Light not hurt Grum. Grum is stronger." He picks me up as if I'm weightless and throws me through a window. Bits of glass cut into my skin. The ground spins towards me, and I hit it hard, bones almost break under the sudden shock. Get up, I tell myself. I stumble to my hooves as the creature jumps down, almost crushing me beneath him. I lift my arms and release another blast. Grum keeps coming, that slow shuffle of his. It's his skin. That damn thick skin, I just can't penetrate it. I fall to my knees. I can't fight, I'm beat.
"Hey mon!" shouts a voice. Aloos closes the distance between he and the creature in a blur of blue speed. He leaps into the air: drawing his blades and shoving them into both of the creatures head. "Now," he screams, jumping off the giant and landing gracefully on the ground.
Last chance. My hands stir as I summon everything I have left, tapping into my very spirit. If this doesn't kill him, nothing will. This is it, one of us will die.
From out of my hand rips a lance of lightning. The swords carry the blast deep into the creature's core, burning his insides with white hot fire. He let's out an inhuman roar as his skin smolders and smokes and begins to drip away. He looks at me with those angry eyes, and takes another step. His flesh begins to fall away in chunks and flakes. Oozing puss drips out of the holes. He takes another step. Bones crackle and pop and assault my ears. Skin and layers of fat drip to the ground to form a rancid pussy pool. Then, all at once, the creature collapses into itself. The smell, too horrible to describe, bombards my nose and makes me want to vomit.
I'm so weak, so tired from that fight. I look around at the various races, their eyes slowly showing recognition of who I am. I pull both swords from what left of Grum's corpse and hold them in front of me in a defensive stance, struggling with my knees to keep me up. Either out of respect or fear, the crowd backs away slowly. I begin to back away toward the docks. If I can reach the ship, I can sail away from this place, reach the Undercity, and finish the mission. I turn around only for a second. I'm so close to the dock. I can feel the cool ocean breeze. Just a few more steps.
Suddenly, something sharp stings my neck. I grab at the throbbing skin and pull a dart out of my fur. Another one hits my shoulder. I rip it out. Three more bite into my unprotected thigh. A new one finds its place in my arm.
The tranquilizers and sedatives course through my blood.
My vision blurs and I go blind.
I tumble to the ground, my limbs parallelized and useless. Somewhere off in the distance, a masculine voice speaks in a commanding tone.
"This tauren is property of the great King Anduin Wrynn. Any who attempt to interfere with face the full wrath of all the Alliance forces."
Then my hearing goes.