Do not own SC or Warcraft characters. There's a lot of talk in this one but I hope you like it, there's some comedy in it as well.
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Chapter 4: Small Advances of the Undead
Nightmare stood upon a small cliff that looked over a narrow river. His eyes fixed upon the one of the many bases of the legion of the Scourge. He was rather intrigued by how the undead's tactics were at the moment. Arthas' battle and invasion strategies seemed different yet promising.
His gaze turned to three acolytes and watched as they arranged themselves in a half-circle. They bowed slightly while clasping their hands together, then raised their hands and pointed their half-covered faces to the sky. The ground in front of them erupted with a circle of green light that went only up to the acolytes' height. Runic signs of light slowly formed within the circle and rose another few feet above the acolytes.
"Well? Are you impressed yet?" A deep voice suddenly spoke behind him, breaking him from his focus on what the acolytes were doing. Nightmare slowly turned to the skeleton with long, thick, curving horns protruding out of his cheekbones and forehead. Nightmare turned back to the acolytes and noticed that the circle of light was starting to create the form of some sort of large building.
"I'm getting there." Nightmare spoke simply, his eyes narrowed as he heard Kel'Thuzad chuckle. "I haven't been able to quench my thirst for souls in weeks and it's driving me mad! Where is the nearest village? I'll go rid the retched souls from their bodies myself if Arthas doesn't show me what this legion can really do!" Nightmare threatened as he watched the building take its form of black rock, he recognized it as a Necropolis, the main building of a Scourge base camp. He watched as the small streams of blood spouted outward from the necropolis.
"Arthas knew that you'd become impatient." Kel'Thuzad spoke in an 'as a matter of fact' tone. "He and a few of his warriors have found nothing but boredom within the woods around us. Once the base is finished to Arthas' liking, you can take all the lives that you wish."
"And when will that be?" Nightmare asked in a rather eager tone, but kept his eyes on the acolytes as they summoned more buildings.
"Within the next few hours. I'm sure you can hold yourself out by then." Kel'Thuzad answered as he turned to return to Arthas.
"One can only hope." Nightmare spoke with a smirk and narrowed eyes.
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"Mina! Will you hurry up! If you don't I'll just leave you in the crowd and you know I will!" Taki scolded as she waited for Mina at a small mart filled with beautifully hand-woven rags. Mina felt the material of a dark blue rag with purple flowers along its front side.
"Will you relax? We're not exactly on a timed schedule here! Besides, you should feel this stuff, it feels like silk." Mina noted as she continued to work her way through the rags. The Night elf merchant, who had pale lavender hair and a single purple stripe running down the front of his arms and a spot of purple above each of his eyebrows, eyed Mina as she went through his rags. Taki remembered him narrowing his eyes at her at first, but when he noticed the moon charm around her neck, his gaze slowly softened.
"Why do you want a rag anyway?" Taki raised an eyebrow as Mina turned to her.
"To clean the blade of my Scarlet Thunder." Mina stated simply as she turned back to her rag sorting. Taki smirked as she leaned back onto one of the mart's wooded beams.
"Ah yes, your beloved weapon that suddenly needs to be tended to." Taki smiled at her own remark as she turned to watch the other elves go by. "What? Are my fingerprints still on it? Oh no! What will happen? Will it tarnish? Oh will this turmoil of steel never cease?" Taki's incredible cockiness and sarcasm got to Mina quite badly, especially when she noticed that Taki had placed the back of her hand on her forehead as if to emphasis her sarcasm in a more dramatic way. Mina narrowed her eyes at her and pointed her finger just below Taki's nose.
"Y' know Taki..." Mina started in a rather loud voice. "If you don't stop with your cocky remarks, I swear to the gods that you'll become a new sacrifice!" Mina threatened, but only became more heated as Taki smirked and eyed her as if she was intrigued.
"I swear to Elune that you two are the loudest in the whole city! Even louder than some of our archers." Mina and Taki turned to see Diana Windwood staring at them with her hands on her hips. Mina noticed that Diana glanced at her upper chest. "I see that you've charmed our beloved priestess; she gave you our charm crescents."
"Well, I wouldn't say charmed but..." Mina stated as she rubbed the back of her neck.
"What do you mean?" Diana seemed rather curious at this and folded her arms over her chest and switched the weight on her legs.
"Well..." Mina continued, but rather didn't know exactly how. "She didn't seem to have a problem with us in the first place; she actually seemed quite interested in Sophitia." Mina's gaze turned to Taki to see how she took this little reminder; Taki seemed in a bit of a daze, as if she was lost in thought of the whole idea. "But it may be just a coincidence." Mina added, then noticed that Taki had looked up at her slightly, as if Mina had just saved her from a wave of ideas.
"Oh." Diana spoke simply, then slowly looked down not knowing what else to do. "So... Sophitia is with her then?"
"Yes." Taki spoke before Mina could. "What happened to your wound?" Taki suddenly asked, noticing that not a bruise or scar was left on her skin. Diana looked down to her formally wounded shoulder as if she forgot that she had a wound at all.
"Oh just the Moon Well water." Diana answered simply as if it was no big deal.
"Water... healed your wound within minutes?" Mina raised an eyebrow as if the idea was impossible. Diana smiled slightly at her as if she was waiting for Mina to do that.
"Oh it's special water that can heal us Night elves to perfect condition." Diana answered as if it was nothing new, but Taki and Mina raised eyebrows at her, making her smile even more. "If you would like to see what else we Night elves can do, you're more than welcome in accompanying us to a part of Ashenvale, we have been informed that the Orcs have found their way there and are desecrating a part of our forests. It's rather fun." Diana stated with a smile. Taki was about to answer but felt something large brush against her back. Mina and Taki both turned and sputtered as they saw a huge bird standing behind them with, to their surprise, antlers and its feathers had dozens of colors; teal, turquoise, dark aqua and white, to name a few. Its beak was long and seemed quite sharp. Its tail was a group of long dark blue feathers with white tips and they were perhaps almost as long as its body.
"Oops, sorry, newly trained hippogryphs are hard to deal with." A female Night elf spoke. She had long dark aqua hair that was pulled back behind her ears except for a patch which was her bangs and fell forward and covering her right eye, the rest of her locks covered her back. She only wore armored pants and a black cloth-like top that only covered her chest spoke as she sat upon the large bird. Diana suddenly had an idea as she looked upon the dumbstruck Mina.
"Wanna take a ride Mina?" She asked coyly. Mina whipped around and stared at Diana with a slacking jaw.
"You can't be serious! That thing will kill be!" Mina yelled back in complete disbelief at Diana even asking the question.
"Not if you keep your hand away from its beak and hold on tight." Diana lifted a finger as she stated her point. "You won't mind, would you rider?" Diana crossed her arms over her chest as she faced the rider. The rider paused, not sure of how to answer Diana, seeing as to how she's never flown with a human before. The rider quickly shrugged as she came to her conclusion.
"I don't mind, it's not like I'm going into battle against anything threatening the skies, so I don't see the harm." The rider answered with a small smile towards Mina.
"No." Mina answered quickly and simply.
"What are you so afraid of?" Taki suddenly asked. Mina's eyes went wide at her.
"Heights!" Mina answered with a shout. Taki tried her best to contain her growing laughter after pulling back at Mina's sudden outburst.
"Well? Why not try and face the fear?" Taki asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I don't want to!" Mina retorted stubbornly.
"Oh will you just build up some courage already and try it!" Taki shot back with a smile she couldn't help but let out at their argument. Her smile faded but slowly came back as Mina grabbed her body suit at the shoulders and pulled her so close that their noses were almost touching. Taki noticed the corner of Mina's lip twitching from the aggravation she was feeling.
"You don't appear to be listening!" Mina spoke in a forced whisper. "I am afraid of heights. There was a reason why I decided to stay below ground in a labyrinth you know!" Mina stated slowly as if she was afraid Taki might not get her point again, her eye twitched slightly.
"Oh don't worry, just hold on and nothing will happen to you." Mina was suddenly swept into the rider's arms and pulled upon the hippogryph's back. Mina sat in front of the rider, which made her even more nervous, but feeling the rider's arm across her chest which pulled her tighter against the elf made her feel a bit better. "Ready?" The elf spoke softly near her ear.
"Not really." Mina answered in a small voice as she looked down at the giant creature she sat upon and started gripping slightly at its feathers.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." The elf spoke reassuringly as she took the reigns firmly within her hand.
"Have fun!" Taki encouraged as she waved at the distressed Mina.
"Hold my Zanbatou for me." Mina gave her weapon to Taki, who took it with a firm grip and stared at it for a moment.
"No problem." Taki looked up as she spoke, then looked back down at the Zanbatou with a smirk. "I'll just take this to Ashenvale's black market and see how much this goes for." Taki spoke as she looked at the handle and blade as if to check and make sure that it was in perfect condition for selling.
"You do and I'll decapitate you!" Mina scolded as she leaned towards Taki.
"With what? I have your only weapon." Taki raised an eyebrow then chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. Enjoy!" Taki watched as the hippogryph bent down, preparing for flight. And with a 'heaven help me...' Mina was jerked into the air by the bird and its rider. Diana and Taki watched them until they became a speck in the sky.
"Do you really think she'll be alright on that thing?" Taki turned to Diana as she leaned onto the Zanbatou, narrowing her eyes in question. Of course she knew what Mina would say if she heard her; 'Now you have second thoughts?'
"Oh yeah, she'll be fine. She just needs to keep her hand away from its beak." Diana stated rather informingly. "One of our Night elves while explaining about creature in general once made the mistake of drawing her hand near to the beak and had half her arm bitten off." Diana informed as she looked at Taki briefly and turned to go back into the city. Taki just watched her a bit wide-eyed and gulped. Diana suddenly spun around. "Oh yeah, do you want to come with us in defending the forests against the Orcs? A demon huntress such as you should certainly enjoy it." Diana folded her arms behind her back as she waited for Taki's answered as if she was excitedly awaiting it.
"Erm..." Taki looked towards the skies. The idea did sound fun, fighting and orcish horde did sound like a worthy challenge and a thrill. The problem was leaving Mina here by herself; who knows what kind of trouble she'll get into. "I'd better wait for Mina."
"I'm sure Mina will land by the time we come back." Diana stated simply. Taki eyed her for a moment then looked down.
"Oh alright; I'll go." Taki turned her gaze to the Zanbatou. "But what do I do with this? I can't fight while holding another larger weapon that isn't mine." Diana eyed the Zanbatou while running her thumb and index finger along the sides of her chin.
"Perhaps one of our dryads can use it." Diana spoke to really no one in particular.
"Dryads?" Taki raised an eyebrow. Diana just took the Zanbatou from her hands.
"You'll see." Diana spoke simply as she walked through the crowd to her fellow Night elven warriors with the Zanbatou in hand while Taki followed, thinking about what fighting the Orcs would be like and what their weaknesses might be.
'Hopefully this'll take my mind off of Sophitia.' Taki sighed as she looked to the skies. 'Am I worried or do I just simply miss her even though she's been gone fore over two hours?' Taki raised an eyebrow. 'A little of both I suppose...'
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Nightmare laughed heartily and wickedly as he thrust his living weapon through a small group of villagers that didn't even have time to turn and run. With each slice he became filled with more and more excitement; each thrust just gave him a thrilling sensation and watching each body split in two in any angle just made him grip his weapon harder so that each bloody swing and murder can become more flavorful than the last.
Arthas sipped his own lust for blood at the other side of the road. Blood was his second favorite thing about massacres, his first are the screams. Oh how he loved to listen to the screams, they were music to his ears and Frostmourne's blade. The glow within the eyes of the ram on the blade of Frostmourne became brighter with each soul taken. Mounted upon his undead steed; a mass of bones of a full grown horse, he sliced his way through each villager; young or old, male or female, it didn't matter. They all held souls within their useless bodies and all that needed to be done is for Frostmourne to touch and capture it with its tip as it lunged though the flesh.
Kel'Thuzad stood upon a hill watching the disturbing scene, his bone arms folded and his dark robes fluttering about in the wind that was brushing against his back. Even though he was a skeleton, glee could still be felt within him. He watched as a mortal with a tear-streaked face crept up behind Arthas with a wide-bladed axe in his hand. Arthas focused only on the mortal woman's scream as he ran Frostmourne deep into her upper chest.
Kel'Thuzad was about to shout a warning to Arthas, but stopped as an arrow shot passed his skull and into the mortal's jugular, making him let out a sound as if someone had just slit his throat and with wide eyes that quickly dimmed, he fell upon his side with a hard thud.
Kel'Thuzad turned and noticed up in a tree a woman wearing a black cloak with a dimmed golden hem, the hood covering her dimmed dark blue hair, the pale blue skin of her face and black lips, but it couldn't cover the burning red color that took up the whole of her eyes besides the iris, which was tinted to a whiter color. Her long ears poked though the hood of her cloak. She held her demonically-crafted bow with a curving demon's horn the size of a knuckle at each end of the bow's grip, pointing in each other's direction as if to make crosshairs for targeting. The bow was in the same hand that also gripped the tree branch she crouched upon. She stared at Arthas with a glare that would make most rodents want to run back into their hiding place.
"Oh ho! My my my. Sylvanas Windrunner. I'm surprised to see you here." Kel'Thuzad spoke as he turned so that he faced her fully. Sylvanas' glare darted to the lich below her and stared at him for a small moment.
"So am I." Sylvanas spoke in a harsh voice, the same undead voice that sounded like three voices; her normal voice in a higher octave, in a lower octave, and the third sounding like her whisper. She closed her eyes for a moment, relieving the darkness from the blood red glow they emitted until she opened them again.
"I'm even more surprised that you actually saved our King Arthas." Kel'Thuzad noted. Sylvanas turned to him again; her glare looked even more threatening.
"That bastard of a Lich King made me." She turned away as if she was ashamed. "That frozen king who controls this scourge is still speaking in my head. Why can't he just speak in Arthas' head alone? Haven't I suffered enough? My soul has shattered and that's enough for me to handle alone." Sylvanas' hand curled into a fist so tight that her knuckles turned white.
"You have no choice; this is something all veterans and higher must deal with. Arthas is a great leader and you will learn to accept your place. You will learn to heed the Lich King's words and let them come in time-" Kel'Thuzad spoke but was cut off as Sylvanas threw him the same threatening glare.
"Spare me your lecture lich! I don't give a damn about Arthas, the Lich King or the scourge! Hell itself knows how I long to see my arrows drenched with Arthas' blood, to see him swimming in his own blood as he deserves!" Sylvanas retorted with a hiss.
"Mind your tongue wench!" Kel'Thuzad spoke in a deep voice of warning. Sylvanas just narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'll mind what I wish when I wish it, thank you!" Sylvanas retorted then leaned back a bit as she glared at him once again. "So what do you and your beloved Death Knight done these past few aimless days? Polished what bone can be seen from your decomposing ghouls?" Sylvanas mocked with a smirk. Kel'Thuzad lowered his head but kept his eyes upon Sylvanas. 'Oh ho, well seems like I struck a nerve, if he has one anyway.' Sylvanas thought to herself with a raised eyebrow.
"For your information, we've been pillaging towns of the Human Alliance and camp sites of the Orcs, we only did so for the only reason of obtaining their darker magics and taking more souls." Kel'Thuzad crossed his arms over his chest. "We also were also brought what we thought was a dead carcass of a beastly man. We later found out that he was a creation and that he was only knocked out. He had to be twice the height of any normal man and held a giant axe. We're planning to make good use of his strength." Kel'Thuzad informed.
"You're going to convert him into undead, much what you did to me?" Sylvanas spoke with a hint of harshness in her voice. Kel'Thuzad simply nodded.
"Well well. Look who's here." They both turned to see Arthas looking up at Sylvanas with a wide grin and narrowed eyes. Nightmare stood next to him holding his blood-drenched sword, staring up at the undead woman. "Here to watch the show? I'm flattered. How's the life of the queen of the banshees?" Arthas looked up with a cocky grin. Sylvanas just sneered in return.
"Don't speak to me as if you own me!" Sylvanas hissed.
"Oh ho, but I do; I made you what you are today. In fact, I must say that your new skin tone really brings out your lovely blood-colored eyes." He added in a voice as if he thought he was charming her. Sylvanas growled; she had it in mind to scratch all the skin off of him and rip out his now-blackened heart in the process but held her ground; the odds that would be against her if she did attack him would be strong. Sylvanas looked away, trying to calm herself. "Our Lich King had spoken to me before we came to this now blood-soaked village." Arthas spoke in a serious tone as he stared that the hooded figure before him. "There is something or someone within Azeroth that can possibly be a threat to the scourge if not eliminated quickly. Knowing how well you blend into the shadows, I want you to find and kill this person who happens to be a human of a different blood then the Human Alliance of Azeroth." Arthas instructed. Sylvanas slowly turned to him.
"And if I refuse?" Sylvanas raised an eyebrow as if she was actually interested in Arthas' reply. Arthas smirked slightly.
"Then I'll make you fight against your own people again, and I know how much you love that." Arthas spoke sarcastically. Sylvanas sneered within her pause.
"Where can I find this person?" Sylvanas spoke with a small sigh, ignoring Arthas' wicked grin of triumph.
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"So this person who told you about Frostmourne, about me and my race, who is he?" Tyrande had been questioning Sophitia at her spot of choice, which was a valley with two wide waterfalls that stood next to each other and were maybe three feet taller than Tyrande and Sophitia. Lush grass and, what Sophitia was told, moonstone roses surrounded the flowing river and crept up the stone edges of the falls like vines. A few of the tall, thick trees' limbs held lanterns with bright turquoise glows emitting from them.
"He's... erm... a friend." Sophitia spoke hesitantly and nervously. Tyrande just raised an eyebrow then leaned closer to Sophitia who sat next to her on a fallen log.
"I don't think you can lie to a high priestess. Now tell me, who told you?" Tyrande edged in a soft voice. It was hard for Sophitia to focus as she stared at the starlit eyes that stared back into hers. It felt like the light from the pupils of Tyrande's eyes were pouring into hers.
"You're going to laugh." Sophitia stated as she looked down. Tyrande chuckled.
"I've heard a lot of ridiculous excuses from thieves, beaters and even my warriors. I don't think yours will be as bad as theirs." Tyrande spoke with a warm smile.
"W-well." Sophitia started nervously. "I'm spoken to by..." She stared Tyrande straight in the eye and Tyrande returned the same. "By my god, Hephaestus. He warned me of what would happen and told me to come to you for aid. I have no idea what we're up against but I know you do, remembering how you spoke of this Arthas." Sophitia waited for Tyrande's answer, expecting a laugh that said that her words were preposterous.
Tyrande pulled back a bit with raised eyebrows. "Oh, you hear a god speak to you as well huh? I hear my goddess; Elune. I do as she wills me to without delay nor regret... I'm sure you do the same." Tyrande sat herself upright as she spoke, watching as Sophitia nodded. "Your fortune is greater than mine though." Sophitia pulled back sharply at this.
"Why do you say that?" It was Sophitia's turn to lean forward slightly in curiosity. Tyrande was silent; she stared at the ripples of water made by the roaring falls.
"Nothing, it's nothing you should have any concern about." Tyrande spoke simply as she shifted in her seat.
"Well... then..." Sophitia was quite curious as to why Tyrande believed a normal girl could be more fortunate that her, a high priestess. "At least tell me why you trust us; your one of the few that actually trusts humans and doesn't look at us like we're about to stab you."
Tyrande turned to her with a soft gaze. "Alright." She shifted in her seat again. "I actually used to loath humans myself, thinking that they were untrustworthy, but that was before I met a human sorceress, Jaina Proudmore, who aided us against a powerful demon. She's the same woman I sent one of my runners to, so I eagerly await her reply which should be here in maybe a day, knowing her speed and the fact that she can teleport herself." Tyrande explained simply. All this about sorceresses, teleporting and demons was starting to make Sophitia's head hurt. "We also had the Orcs side with us which was a shock. Of course we're back to being enemies again, but I expected that; all Orcs just don't seem hold favors like we do."
Sophitia had no idea what to say in reply, this kind of conversation was one she couldn't match with. Their long silence was interrupted as Sophitia felt something brush against the back of her shoulder. She turned only to come face to face with a beautiful white tiger with a glowing blue iris in its eyes. Sophitia's eyes widened then suddenly sputtered as hastily shuffled her legs trying to back away from the tiger. Sophitia kept backing up until she ran into who she knew would be Tyrande, who grabbed her shoulders and kept her in place, facing the tiger. She watched as its tail waged slowly behind him and its whiskers flicked slightly as it stared back at Sophitia much the same way Tyrande did.
"Starstrider!" Tyrande scolded. "I thought I told you to stay put in my quarters!" Sophitia suddenly realized what the fur coat that was lying on a bed of leaves must have really been.
"Your... pet?" Sophitia asked nervously.
"Battle companion, mostly." Tyrande answered simply.
"I see." Sophitia replied in a hesitant tone. Tyrande looked to the sky.
"It's getting rather dark; the moon is just beginning to shine. Perhaps you should head back. And perhaps you can bring Taki here sometime; it gets quite beautiful at night in these forests, especially near waterfalls." Tyrande spoke in a soft voice.
"I hope you show me more of your race." Sophitia suddenly spoke as she looked to the waterfalls.
"Want me to show you a bit of magic?" Tyrande asked in a tone that gave away the fact that she wanted to show this human something impressive.
"Magic?" Sophitia lowered her eyebrows in confusion. Tyrande didn't speak, she just lifted Sophitia up so she sat upright.
Tyrande reached out an open hand towards the moon then slowly closed it one finger at a time while twisting her wrist until her closed palm faced the sky. It looked like she thought she'd captured the essence of the moon within her palm. She brought her closed palm to her mouth and blew in it so softly that it was silent. As Tyrande blew into her fist, Sophitia's eyes widened as a silver light broke through and shined through whatever openings there were through her slacking fist. Tyrande slowly opened her fist to reveal a silver-colored butterfly, which fluttered out of Tyrande's hand, above the river and into the leaves, leaving behind a tail of silver light. Tyrande noticed Sophitia's look of awe as her eyes followed the silver butterfly.
"It's the simplest magic any Night Elf can perform but it was always one of my favorites ever since I learned it when I was younger than even you." Tyrande spoke as if it was nothing new to her. Sophitia turned to her slowly with a soft gaze and paused for a moment.
"Well thank you for showing me." She spoke in a soft sweet voice as if she was still in shock of seeing a silver butterfly made within Tyrande's hand. Sophitia slowly stood herself up. "I should go back and meet with Taki and Mina; I'm sure their wondering what's taking me so long." She explained as she bowed her head slightly to be polite. "Thank you again." She spoke as she smiled sweetly and turned to leave, only to stop momentarily so that she wouldn't run into Tyrande's 'riding companion' which acted more like a pet to Sophitia's eye.
Tyrande smiled at her as she watched her leave. Her gaze swept to Starstrider, who just looked up to her master and beloved owner with fixed blue eyes as if it wanted to know Tyrande's thoughts. Tyrande's smiled widened slightly as she raised a hand and stroked the top of Starstrider's head. Starstrider's eyes opened and closed as she leaned into Tyrande's hand. Tyrande giggled slightly in her throat as Starstrider did so. She stopped her stroking and stared at Starstrider idly as if she had nothing left to do. She sighed as she looked down. '...Malfurion...'
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"Why in the hell didn't you warn me there was going to be so many!" Taki scolded at Diana, who was busy enough as it was guarding against the multiple axes and spears.
Coming across the Orcs was a strange sight to see for Taki, the orcs were fighting against, to her surprise, living trees that appeared to have long beards made of moss and leaves and their eyes had a glowing yellowish color within them. Their arms were long and quite skinny and swiped their claw-like 'hands' against their attacking foes as swords were piercing and carving through them. Their root-like legs were slow moving as they came towards their foes but their powerful, vicious limbs compensated for that little disadvantage.
Each orc had hair as black as coal and had green skin. The colors of their eyes were melding between red, gold and brown, the pupils were black. All were very brute looking; physically they looked a lot like Astaroth besides the height; hardly any exceeded Taki's height. All had spiked, brown and black armor that covered their legs and lower arms, hardly any had chest plates.
"What are taking about? There's only twenty-eight of them!" Diana shouted back as she pushed against the axe that pushed against her long leaf-blade sword. True they only lost maybe four archers to the orcs' axes, but the orcs were losing more warriors than they were, mostly due to the fact that most if not all of the Night elven warriors were long-ranged fighters using brilliantly carved bows with illuminating strings of blue and white and many long spears that, seeing as to how the warriors that used them were the half-women half-deer dryads or forest nymphs they could actually, to Taki's amazement when watching, form wooden spears within their hands.
Arrows showered down upon the orcish men making them fall one by one. Some put up a pretty tough fight despite how many arrows were sticking out of their shoulders, arms and back, but Taki was able to swoop in and make their deaths come faster. Taki's focus was disrupted when she heard a flapping sound behind her and a strong gust of wind.
"Taki!" Taki heard someone she rather feared more than the orcs at the moment call out to her in a scolding voice. She turned to find a fear-stricken and hair loosened and messed Mina shaking as she wiggled her way off of the hippogryph's back and out of the rider's arms as the hippogryph ruffled its feathers slightly to make itself more comfortable. The rider grinned slightly as if she was amused by how Mina acted after soaring the skies on a beautiful bird.
Mina gasped and lost feeling in her knee joints periodically as she made her way to Taki, who just stood there wide-eyed. Mina lost her balance when she finally stood in front of Taki but was able to catch herself as she threw her hands upon Taki's upper chest, gripping her body suit tightly as she lost the weight in her legs. She climbed her way up until her hands locked around Taki's neck and pulled herself up so she could be face to face with Taki.
"I'm g-going to s-severely hurt you!" Mina spoke in a stuttering forced whisper. Taki noticed her eye twitching as she tried to lift herself from Mina's weight.
"Well-don't blame me for not enjoying it!-" Taki spoke quickly but was interrupted by Mina's finger pointing just below her nose.
"Oh I blame you!" Mina spoke in a lowered yet harsh voice as she narrowed her eyes. Taki leaned back a bit or at least as much as she could while Mina was still hanging off of her.
'Oh Kami...' Taki sighed in her head. She knew Mina would skin her alive eventually.
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Well, the next chapter is going to start off almost exactly where this ended, I just figured this was long enough for both you and me : ) Plus there is enough talk in it as it is. I hope you liked the comedy that I put in it. Tyrande's magic was one that I made up myself so I hope it was creative enough.
In this one with Sylvanas this is going to be before she made The Forsaken. The Forsaken isn't going to happen in this one actually because it would just make things more complicated. I hope I did a good job of bringing out Sylvanas' character.
