Chapter 2:
The Assault of the Burning Legion
Scynta looked where the Orc pionted, not that he needed to piont. The massive, fiery airship was large enough to encompass half of Orgrimmar. Scynta gulped. Simple job my ass, Varithamus! The Burning Legion is after me and you call it simple! Scynta raged in her head.
"Don't just stand there! Blast the blasphemous atrocity out of the sky!" Screamed a piping voice in Orcish, near Scynta's knee. Everyone turned and looked, then gasped. It was a gnome! "You act like you've never seen a gnome before." Then the gnome began to mutter. A blue glow coursed over her hands. She thrust her palm out and a single chunk of ice flew for the blimp to the airship and hit with an unimpressive hiss. The gnome made a similar sound of frustration. "Goddammit, you crowd of simpletons! Hit it!"
They finally realized that the bigger threat at the moment was the fiery ship, and all of them turned, pulled out thier bows or guns, and began blasting.
Yet the result was about the same as the gnome's attack. The fire around the ship incinerated even thorium shells and arrows. Nothing was effective. Portculli opened on the ship's side and huge bolts of fire with chains launched, slamming into the blimp. Creatures of smoke and ash scrambled along the chain, eager for blood.
"Gods bless it!" piped the gnome, as she ran to the chains. "Do I have to do everything myself?" She bent down near a chain, and began muttering again. The chain glowed blue, and with a sharp spang! it broke and swung away from the blimp, dumping a couple dozen suprised and astonished demons into the sea.
"Why are you helping us?" Cried scynta over the shreiking of hundreds of demons.
"Why not?" The gnome cried back. "These things care not about what side I'm on, why should I?"
The little squeker's got a point, thought Scynta. If only all people were like that.
The gnome ran from chain to chain, breaking them and berating the others on the ship. Scynta, lacking sorely in the range department, could only watch.
"Hey, you're a mage, right?"
"Yeah, what was your first clue?"
"I need you to get me to Orgrimmar!"
"You're damn lucky I'm on this boat, and that I'm an emissary for Thrall, but I'm a little busy!"
"I think I have something that'll stop them, in the right hands. Do it!"
The gnome muttered something about karma and began to chant. She threw her teeny arms up, finishing a final-sounding syllable and did something Scynta still thinks was caused by Varithamus, who was probably laughing his scaly ass off right now.
The gnome... sneezed.
"Oh, fu-"
To be Continued...