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From the shadows of the trees stepped two burly orcs, their weapons drawn and ready. Rough armour surrounded their bulky frames and their eyes lit up at the sight of an unarmoured and weapon-less night elf. Rough chuckles spilled from their mouths and they moved forward, their blades already slicing through the air to strike. Kalvor dove to the side and out of danger. His body was low to the ground and he reached for the forest floor. Scooping a handful of dry dirt from the ground, he turned and flung it straight at the face of the nearest orc. There was a bellow of agony and rage as the small bits of grit settled into his attackers eyes, temporarily blinding him. The first orc dropped back, his eyes watering as the second orc moved in. The blade made a whistling noise as it cut through the air and towards Kalvor's unprotected side. The night elf danced back and to the left, sliding the small dagger between the joints of the orc's armour and up into his armpit. There was a cry and the orc fell back, blood pooling from the wound as his sword slid from nerveless fingers. Kalvor ignored the dropped weapon and spun round. The orc he had blinded was coming for him, eyes watering from the grit and howling in fury. Kalvor dove beneath the descending weapon and reached out with his dagger slicing at the back of the creatures leg as he moved. His blow fell short as the orc's meaty foot slammed into his side, taking the air out of his body in one painful strike. He hit the ground with a loud thump and immediately he rolled, trying to gain his footing before the sword followed his attacker's leg. A blur of motion caused him to jerk to the right; he avoided the descending blade of the injured orc, yet he was now off balance and vulnerable. The second orc moved in, his sword swinging close to his body as he scrabbled backwards, looking for something, anything that would hold off his attacker.
"Oof," His back slammed into the solid bulk of a tree and he stopped moving. The orc advancing, spittle dripping from his mouth as he raised the rust spotted, serrated blade. Kalvor ducked and the blade ricocheted off the trunk behind him. The blade descended again and Kalvor moved to the right, the blade missed him by a bare inch and the Night Elf swore under his breath. He couldn't keep this up for too much longer. On the other side of the clearing, the injured orc downed a bottle of red liquid and moved in, his blade shining in the late afternoon sun. They both raised their blades and Kalvor winced, involuntarily closing his eyes as he waited for the bite of the metal into his skin. As he stood waiting for death, a shiver raced across his skin, it's presence caused by a strange and unnatural chill in the tropical heat of the jungle. The blades did not rend his flesh and tentatively he opened his eyes just in time to witness a ball of flame and frost slam into the lead orc, searing it's skin to the bone. Kalvor looked at the ground around his enemies, their feet were frozen to the earth, their joints stilled into immobility by powerful magic from somewhere out of his sight. Another bolt of flame arced across the clearing to strike the orc and the creature bellowed in pain. This flame was quickly followed by a blast of arcane energy and the the lead orc crumpled, scream cut off in mid note as he fell to the floor in a heap. The second orc could now move, he turned from Kalvor and faced outward, a look of incredulous disbelief crossing his face as yet another blast of flame flared across to char his skin. He shouted something in Orcish and charged towards his attacker, slow and clumsy from the frost that had engulfed him. He barely made it to the edge of the woods before he too was overcome by powerful magic and he fell to the floor. As the body slammed into the dirt, a silence fell across the clearing that had the clarity of crystal and Kalvor stood slowly, carefully turning his eyes to the edge of the clearing and the direction that the magic had come. From the dark shadows of the wood, a figure moved, slowly making its way into the light.
"Lea," He breathed her name, watching the red head step free of the trees and head towards him. He walked forward, relief and pleasure flooding through him at the sight of her bedraggled figure.
"Kalvor," She broke into a run and her slight body slammed into his form, rocking him backwards as her arms slid behind his back, hugging him tightly. Without even thinking, he lowered his arms and pulled her to him in a firm embrace. "I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life before," He muttered into her hair, breathing in its fragrance as he held her.
Lea stepped from the wing rider and stepped into the relative calm of Zoramgar Outpost. Despite the obvious damage caused by the earthquake, the outpost was fairly intact and she headed for the traders with a light step. Reaching into the small stash of coins that the Troll had given her, she bought a handful of runes that would enable her to teleport and create portals and a small dagger. Counting out the tiny stack of silver, she bought a hooded cape and wrapped herself in it. With her purchases finally completed, she walked swiftly away from the settlement and out into the forest. Moving from the road, she headed into the trees and wrapped the hood about her face. Even with the shade offered by the trees, it was hot and humid beneath the dark boughs. With light steps, she moved through the foliage, keeping sight of the road to Darkshore and watching out for a familiar figure.
She created a flask of water and drank as she moved, feeling the clean fresh taste trickle down her throat, refreshing her. From up ahead she could hear guttural laughter and she slowed down, not wishing to find herself in the middle of a Horde Patrol. The laughter stopped and she could hear sounds of a fight, no clash of weapons, but grunts and the noise of fist hitting flesh. Tentatively she moved forward, entering the clearing that opened out in front of her. The scene that greeted her eyes caused her heart to skip a beat. Two orcs stood before a helpless Kalvor, both holding their swords high. Without thinking she stepped forward and gestured once. A water elemental flowed into existence at her side and she directed it at the two orcs. Spikes of ice flew into existence around the two enemies and pinned them in place. As the orcs stopped moving, she cast her own spells, directing the fire, ice and arcane energies into the bodies before her. The first orc succumbed quickly to her spells, his wounds too great to fend off her magic.
"Traitorous Bitch!" The last orc shouted before he too, finally fell to the ground. She walked further into the clearing, watching as he raised his head and looked at her. A gamut of emotions flooded through her as she watched him stand and walk forward. As her name tripped off his lips, she found herself moving forward, head clear of everything save the desire to hold him. In a blur of emotion, she reached his side and her arms flew about his body, leaning into his solid frame with no thoughts in her head other than relief.