The wind howled through the night,the echoes of desperate fighting,the screams of the fallen and the clash of weapons resonated throughout Arathi Basin.
Two lone combatants,one human standard,one forsaken assassin,stared at each other,totally oblivious to the dwindling battle around them. The standard's green eyes were fixed upon the yellow,sunken eyes of his opponent. Both of them were weary and stained with the blood of comrades and enemies alike, but equally eager to end the battle in victory.The human drew a weapon and the forsaken warrior advanced both ready to kill without a moment's hesitation.
The standard shifted into an offensive posture, his tattered banner grasped in his right hand,the blue silk waving in the breeze,displaying the symbol of the Alliance of Lordaeron on it's face,and a broadsword clutched in his left. His enemy flipped two foot long daggers out from his belt and pounced forward in an agressive charge.
The human sidestepped the attack and smote the undead in his ribcage. The Forsaken warrior fell to the ground and the human brought the bladed tip of his sword down onto the undead's prone form. The warrior rolled out of the way and jacknifed to his feet and pounced again with renewed vigor. The standard had no time to react and was knocked to the grassy Arathi floor. The undead,eager to report his success, brought one of his daggers to the struggling standard's chest. Momentarily dropping his sword,the human clenched his fist and delivered a devastating close range punch to the assassin's jaw. The blow landed with a meaty smack and allowed the standard to roll to safety,reclaiming his sword. The undead began to stagger to his feet but the battle was over. Just as the assassin got to his feet the human charged him,his sword raised into the darkening sky. With one fluid movement the sword came down and passed through the Forsaken's neck. The undead slumped to the ground in a crumpled heap and the standard turned wearily from his kill.
The battered human limped up to the highest point of arathi basin,a large hill in the middle of the depression, using the banner to support himself. He sheathed his blade and with a mighty grunt planted the banner of the Alliance into the pinnacle of the hill,signaling victory. He punched his hand into the air and let out one last defiant cry that echoed throughout the basin,arousing cheers from his fellow warriors and routing the remnants of his opponents. He dropped to his knees and from there onto the ground, his left hand still grasping the banner as his consiousness left him and he slipped into the dark embrace of death. His face relaxed behind his helmet as he peacefully died.His task was done.