"You're lying..." Majiave faltered, lowering her sword slightly. Lindrith stared back at her, no emotion whatsoever within her features.
"Does it look like I'm lying? I'm dead serious." Majiave didn't reply. She was shaking horribly. Lindrith almost had pity for Majiave.
Almost.
In a flash, Lindrith was back up on her feet and Majiave was laying in the sand, snapping out of her trance.
"Oh, how I'd love to toy with you some more, but I'm afraid I have to go and murder a certain druid." A cruel smile took hold of her lips and she kicked the side of Majiave's head, effectively knocking her out for a few moments. Lindrith strode away. "Where oh where could you be, Hanaak Bloodhoof?"
The Tauren druid raised his staff, vines rising from the sand to entangle one of the invading death knights. The blood elf male snarled at him as Hanaak weaved a spell within his fingers. "You used to be an ally, but now you're an enemy. Any last words, death knight?" The elf smirked at him, much to Hanaak's surprise. It had a hint of arrogance.
"Your end will come soon enough. My death will mean nothing in the grand scheme of things." The elf turned his head to the sky, blue eyes searching. "Can you feel a chill coming up your spine? The Lady of Winter is coming, and she shall be your end..." The druid simply narrowed his eyes.
"I feel nothing, death knight. You, however, will when you rot away within the depths of Hell." The spell began to manifest. "May the fire of the Moon Goddess make you wither away." He clasped his hands together, and a lunar flare fell upon the death knight, setting him aflame with lunar fire. It hungrily raced across his form, licking at his dead skin. The elf howled in agony, his nerves once again active and they were aflame with pain. Hanaak couldn't fully make the elf alive, but his roots did most of the work to bind him as he revived a few of his organs and parts. The roots fell away and the elf collapsed, his skin the color of charcoal and his mouth still open in a soundless scream of agony. Hanaak turned and strode away, sighing heavily. He was not one who enjoyed killing, and he hoped by the Earth Mother he never would.
As he wove in and out of battle, providing support whenever he passed, he kept walking to where he last saw Majiave. As he saw a figure laying in the sand ahead, he broke into a run. He slid to a halt beside the figure. Her silver hair was hiding most of her features, but he could easily tell who she was because of the pendant - an owl perched upon a crescent moon with wings extended - that hung around her throat.
It was Majiave. And she was knocked out cold. Or so he assumed since he had yet to check her pulse.
He pulled off one of her gloves and placed two fingers upon her wrist, confirming she was still alive. He then removed his fingers and placed a hand on her forehead, whispering a spell. After awhile, a groan passed her pale lips, her luminous eyes fluttering open. "Good, you're awake. I was beginning to worry you wouldn't, my Lunar Light." She didn't smile at the nickname like she usually would. Instead, she looked around fearfully, then sat up. She took Hanaak's hands into her own. Her fingers almost painfully squeezed his own.
"You need to get out of here. Now." Her voice was bland and a monotone, but he could still sense the fear within it. She was afraid of something - or someone - but what?
"Majiave, what are you talking about?" His hand moved to brush her gossamer silver hair from her face, tucking it behind a pointed ear. Her eyes flared angrily as she swatted away his hand, her voice becoming more commanding than before.
"Please, you need to leave! This isn't just some random Scourge invasion. They're here to kill you, Hanaak!" Her voice nearly broke at the end and she was trembling. "Please... I don't want to lose you too..." He squeezed her hands reassuringly.
"You won't. I promise you, Majiave. I won't be leaving you for a long time." He rested his forehead against her own, allowing their fingers to intertwine. "I won't leave you to fall under the tide of undead without me by your side. If I die, I'd rather die knowing I defended you and my people with everything I had." Majiave slowly nodded, smiling sadly.
"Alright. I cannot force you to leave for your safety. Even though I wished I could." Slowly, as one, they got up from their sitting positions, their fingers still intertwined. Majiave's sad smile softened into an easy genuine one, although Hanaak could still see unshed tears glistening in her extraordinary silver eyes. They drew apart and Majiave's gaze once again turned to one of seriousness. "There is still a battle to be won. Let us join our allies." Hanaak nodded and followed her as she raced away to the front lines. Her little sister, Lindrith, was nowhere to be seen, but he could still sense her presence. The death knight from earlier was right. He did feel a chill.
The undead seemed to be endless. With every death, two more seemed to come in, and the Horde's dead allies were turned against them as well. They were beginning to lose ground, being overwhelmed by an endless tide. Thrall's voice rose above the crying out and screams of those in pain. "Retreat! Fall back to Spirit Rise!"
They began to run for their lives, carrying the injured with them. But others weren't so lucky. Hanaak blocked out the tormented screams of those who were caught by the tide of undeath and slaughtered. There was no helping them. The only way was by granting them eternal rest. For now, they had to escape. Orgrimmar was lost. But they couldn't. The way out and into Azshara was blocked by more undead. They were surrounded.
"There is no escape. Either you surrender and hand over Hanaak Bloodhoof, or I'll kill every last one of you." Hanaak opened up his hand, letting Majiave's fingers to tightly intertwine with his own. Her breath caught in her throat as Lindrith walked forward, her eyes as cold as ice. She extended a hand to Hanaak. "Do you truly wish to be the cause of so many deaths? Come, and I shall spare the others..." Garrosh's lip curled. Majiave turned her head her lips forming words just as Garrosh's bellow split the air.
"He'll never give in! FOR THE HORDE!" He surged forward and Majiave reached out a hand.
"Garrosh, stop!" She screeched. The tips of her fingers grasped his cloak before movement ripped the fabric right from her. His axes were already pulled out, and he was charging right for Lindrith. The death knight didn't move, although a dark smile curved her lips.
"Your blood burns hot for battle, young Hellscream. Shame it'll be spilled as you writhe in agony and choke on your last breath." Garrosh returned her smile.
"You're nothing but talk, Whisperwind. Once I'm done with you, your sister is next." That caused a frosty laugh to come from her bloodless lips.
"Come, then." Her fingers curled tighter around Shadowmourne's hilt as he began to near. "And die." He stopped in front of her, raising one of the axes, but it was too late. Lindrith swung her own weapon in a downward stroke with little effort, and it bit deep into his chest. The defenders cried out in shock and horror as Garrosh began to fall, his own eyes wide with shock. Lindrith raised Shadowmourne again. "Let the death of this foolish young orc be the price of your continued defiance." It descended and bit the earth where Garrosh was only a heartbeat before.
Alyria lowered her hands, a frown curving her lips. She moved forward, her amber eyes glistening with rage still locked on Lindrith. "While I do agree with you that Garrosh is foolish and young, I'm afraid I will not allow you to kill him." Garrosh was where she used to be, the gaping wound still in his chest. Lindrith merely laughed once more and extended her arms.
"So the daughter of a traitor shows herself! Was your mother too much of a spineless coward to come herself?" Lindrith paused to think then shrugged. "Oh well, it matters not. I've always wanted to kill a Windrunner..." Majiave narrowed her eyes and stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the high elf.
"I think not. You'll be going back to Icecrown in shame. No one else is dying today..." A frosty smile curved the death knights lips.
"Then come. See if you can know victory without first knowing utter defeat." She made a taunting gesture, indicating for Alyria and Majiave to come at her. The two Guardians share a gaze, then nodded.
Majiave surged forward, taking Lindrith by surprise. Their weapons once again clashed, sparks showering them. They were completely matched, neither gaining nor losing ground. They were locked in a dance of blades of which drew no blood. Their strikes were impossible to track by the others, for their reflexes and speed were at inhumane levels. Not even Alyria could keep track of the blades locked in a lethal dance. She had realized she would be of no use. Instead, she went back to Garrosh, an orange light washing over him as she begun her work in healing him.
The two night elves didn't even break a sweat, and their weapons were locked together, faces inches from each other. Silver stared into blue, and fury danced in their eyes. "You'll pay for your crimes. For everything you've done, all the blood you've spilled." Majiave spat, but it only caused the death knight to smile sinisterly.
"And you'll pay the price of your defiance in blood." They separated from each other and Lindrith swung her blade at an angle. Majiave dove to the side, narrowly avoiding getting her head severed by the unholy weapon. As she did so, she grabbed an arrow from her quiver and jammed it into Lindrith's thigh, causing the death knight not to gasp in agony, but in surprise.
"You accursed mortal!" Lindrith screamed, suddenly livid. She took a hold of the arrow and ripped it out of her dead flesh, casting it aside before blasting Majiave with a ray of frost, causing the elf to be cast far away. Lindrith's eyes flashed, and her voice took a terrifying and monstrous tone. "You'll pay dearly for that..." The death knight granted the huntress no reprise, for the younger elf fell upon the elder with a fury akin to nothing she had ever seen. Her runeblade slashed and slashed, each savage strike drawing blood, each adding another wound to the already multiple dozen cuts, each furthering the bond between the two sisters to a near breaking point. A point of where there was no chance of being rebuilt.
The defenders watched in shock, for such a legendary figure was being thrashed and perhaps even tortured right in front of their eyes. Majiave went limp against the sand, her eyes staring at nothing. But Lindrith wasn't fooled by the act.
"I can hear your heartbeat. I know you still live..." She raised Shadowmourne high, preparing for a killing blow. But it would never come.
Majiave exploded into action, she swung her leg around, unbalancing Lindrith, before swinging her other around her, getting up to her feet. Almost immediately, her hand began to glow silver, and her fingers curled upwards into a fist. She raised the hand up high, causing Lindrith to seek to defend her face with her blade.
Only to be kicked in the stomach.
Lindrith was sent sprawling with the impact, her eyes wide with shock. Majiave lowered her leg and smiled ruefully. Her eyes glinted with sadness, but the expression was gone in an instant. "You've hurt too many people, Sister. You've murdered too many innocents..." Her voice began to take on an enraged tone. "I will not allow you to kill anyone else here today. I swear it upon the Mother Moon!" Lindrith regained her footing and rose to her full height, glaring at Majiave.
"What is Elune to the power of the Lich King, Sister? She is nothing." The words passed from Lindrith's lips rung in Majiave's ears. She is nothing. She is nothing...
Majiave screamed in anger and lunged for Lindrith. Her eyes seemed to take on a crimson glow as she crashed into the death knight. Her lavender blood dripped onto the younger elf, staining her silver-grey armor. An insane and bloodthirsty light adorned Lindrith's eyes as the two elves rolled around in the side, nails being used to cut or rip through the others flesh. Majiave put her hand behind her back as she rolled on top of Lindrith before holding it high above her head. Arcane energy hummed as an arrow was produced from nothing, sparkling in the harsh sunlight. "I won't allow you to hurt anyone else. I swear it!" Majiave hissed. She felt no more regret at the thought of killing Lindrith. She no longer cared. All she wanted was revenge. Lindrith looked back into her eyes but smiled. It was then the huntress realized this was all a ploy. She had fallen into a position of insanity Lindrith wanted her in.
Lindrith trusted her knee up and into Majiave's stomach, causing the elf to gasp in surprise. The death knight then flipped her onto her back into the sand before springing up as well, grabbing her weapon. She said nothing as she grasped the hilt with both hands and cleaved downwards. It made a sickening noise as it cut through flesh, blood spurting from the gaping wound in the shoulder.
But it wasn't lavender blood. It was crimson, and it was coming from a male tauren. Majiave turned her face upwards in shock. Her eyes widened as blood splattered on her face, a scream of the name of her savior escaping from her lips.
"Hanaak!"