Cassidy glanced around, her daggers just out of reach, both coated with blood. There was nothing to help her, until she rememebered the Elf's wounds in his arms. She punched the insides of his elbows and he dropped his sword and collasped on her. She swallowed hard, his weight and plate armor falling on her. She rolled him over, him still nursing his arms. He grunted and got up slowly, snarling. "You, you..." He growled out. The orc had stayed where he was, watching the pair intensly.
The Champion grabbed his sword, his eyes blazing a cold white, his face twisted in a elf bagan running at a ungodly speed when the Orc ran up and tackled the Blood Elf to the ground, taking the sword from his hands. The orc looked up to Cassidy and pointed to a small bag on the other side of the clearing. She grabbed it and handed it to the orc, when he rumaged through it and grabbed out a small orange bottle. He popped the top and forced it down the Champion's throat. The elf choked but swallowed it. His eyes when back to the icy blue that they were before, and the orc got off him.
The elf looked down to his wounds and stared at them in shock. He looked up and stared at Cassidy, a look of awe on his face. His eyes looked her slowly up and down. The elf said something in Orcish, still looking at her. The orc nodded. He sighed and dug around the bag and found some banages. He sat down and took of his gloves and chestplate and wrapped his wounds."Nice work, Night elf." He spoke to her, his voice smooth. She swallowed again, trying hard not to look at his exposed chest. "Thanks." She replied, she didn't know what to say, she had just, somewhat, beaten the Champion of the Death Knights! She should feel proud, but she just felt confused.
"What just happened?" She asked. He chuckled, "Sorry about that, that happens sometimes. Lets start over, I'm Earinix, this is Blaz," He motioned to the orc by his side, who then nodded. She smiled slightly. "Im-" She thought for a moment, what if they were lying to her, what if they were going to try and kill her, and then kill her family and friends... "I'm Lass." She let her smile widen. Earinix bowed his head. "Greeting, Milady Lass." He said with a smile, he had a nice smile, wide and warm. She shook her head, what was wrong with her? She can't think about things like that. More leaves moved and a white haired Blood Elf came into the clearing.
"What is going on here, Earinix! Lady Windrunner is not pleased." The elf snapped at the other. The elf's green gaze wondered to the wounds that Earinix had aquired. "By the Sunwell! What happened to you?" He rushed to the Death Knight's side. Earinix chuckled and nodded to Lass. "She happened." The elf looked to her. He sighed and shook his head, "I shall get Lady Windrunner." "There is no need for that, Kiest." A silken voice said behind the bushes. The elf, Kiest, stood up then sat back down again.
The Lady Sylvanas Windrunner walked into the clearing, her gray cloak trailing behind her. Kiest watched her intensly, watching her every movement. Earinix's lips had a small grin playing at them. Not that Lass was looking at his lips of course. Sylvanas looked around the clearing to find Lass sitting there, panting and holding her wounds. She was torn up preety bad.
"Kiest, "She said turning her head but keeping her gaze on the Night Elf. "Yes, my Lady?" He said, standing up and stopping his healing of Earinix. "Begin healing her, she needs it more than him." She said. Kiest nodded and touched Lass's wounds and quietly spoke the soft words of healing. Sylvanas grabbed the daggers that were laying on the floor and handed them to Lass. She nodded her thanks, looking up to the Banshee Queen strangly. "Wh-why?" She asked. The Undead elf shrugged, "I want you to live, we might need you, so, if you do ot mind, we will take you with us." Sylvanas grinned. Lass nodded, Father will ask questions if I'm back so fast. She thought, besides, a little road trip wouldn't hurt, much.