Breathing heavily Endrada pulls her armor on slowly, her master there sooner than she would have liked,
"Get dressed and hurry it up, they pushed the ambush up." He stares at her, stepping closer, but the Warrior doesn't seem to notice. Standing at full height the dirt and sweat accentuates every muscle and curve on the Warriors body, even her breasts, any feature that shows looking more delicious. She knows that look, and has her armor back in place before his awful, bony hands can get to her skin, the undead sent into a fit of rage of course. Grabbing the face of her helmet he drags her out of the room and throws her down the stairs. She lands with a loud 'thud' right beside Ash, the woman stealthing without hesitation to step back and watch as End struggles to get up from that fall. Straightening, the Warrior follows with a small limp, the group quiet for once as they move into the portal.
Once again Endrada is sent up first, not even making it to the bridge before she is surrounded by the Alliance, these soldiers knowing she would have to be taken out if they ever planned on succeeding. The undead screams his orders, the Warrior matching these soldiers blow for blow as she tries to carry out the orders at the same time. The wounds she acquires are more severe in this battle, their healers of great quality, but just like many battles before, she starts pushing them harder. Jumping from the group she crushes the hilt of her ax into one of their healers, the others giving pause as his body crumbles to the ground. Blocking two more attacks she easily takes another warrior to the ground, the second backing up and turning to run. She grasps the back of his collar, jerking him to the ground before her ax takes care of the rest once again. The group backs up, their hesitation bringing to light new adrenaline for the Warrior. They all turn to sprint, but before she can give chase, a green chain wraps itself around her neck, the item yanking her down to the ground while she coughs and tries to fight it,
"You're getting weak." The undead man chastises, his hand yanking her helmet off before resting on her forehead. He murmurs the same spell as before, her blue eyes turning that dark purple, swirling madness through them. She cries out, taking off for the ones that run, claiming a few poor souls before they all finally flee from sight, yet still, she chases. Ashlynde takes off towards the undead, having finally seen the opening she needs as the Warrior sprints away. Pouncing the man, she splashes a potion into his eyes, sufficiently blinding him. He cries out and in this state is easily outmaneuvered by the Rogue, his little demon tries to claw at the woman's boot as she drags him to the nearest tree. Binding him around it she gags him for safe measure, relieving him of all of his possessions and she gives a swift kick to the demon who yelps and scampers off. The undead blinks rapidly as he tries to make out who it is that has done this to him, "Hmmph fmm chh!" He screams as he strains roughly against the binds, trying to work words past whatever is in his mouth. His eyes scan past the Rogue as he tries to find his bodyguard, but she has taken off to far to notice his predicament,
"Bout time you find yourself the one bound by something." She states, eyeing him over slowly... angrily, "You think you can just order people around? Really? Demons are one thing, people are different, people have wants and desires, people feel..." The raw emotion behind her words almost chokes her up, but another look at the uncaring face and her jaw flex's hard, "Can you see me yet, Deader? I hope that concoction hurts." She kicks his foot, his feature unpleasant at best as he growls up at her, the rage in his eyes unending, but for now, he's stopped straining. Double-checking the knots she's tied, the Rogue turns to wait and see if the warrior will return.
Pulling her axe from a nearby tree, Endrada looks around, her enemies gone and her adrenaline spent. However something feels off, her ears perk as she listens for some sort of chastising, but nothing comes for the first time in weeks. Turning back she notices while her enemies are gone, so is her boss. Taking off towards their base she spies an elven woman standing near a tree, staring in her direction. A moment later she notices the undead, slowing so as to assess the situation before taking off into it blindly. This woman was of her race, no need to raise alarm even though her master has been bound. As she closes in at a quick walk, a dart whirrs past her face, another needs to be dodged before she finally takes off at a dead sprint, the undead comes back to life as she approaches to cry out to her. Closing in on her target the Rogue vanishes, then comes up further away but still closer to the man then she,
"Stop! I just want to talk, give me five minutes!" She hears the elven woman cry, starting at her sudden wish to speak, slowing significantly,
"What sort of ally wants to talk AFTER an attack?" She growls, muddy blue eyes trained on the Rogue,
"One that can help you... want a show of good faith?" She tries, tossing two vials which Endrada easily catches, "The red one will heal your many wounds, the purple and green one will cleanse your body of poisons and toxins still lingering. I'm an alchemist, you see..." Ash stands from where she crouches, holding up a second set of the same vials, "And I'll drink first if you think I'm trying to fool you." Holding the caught vials up to look them over the Warrior glowers at the Rogue,
"I have no wounds..." Her voice is scratchy, skin pale as her eyes get bluer with each passing second, the undead struggles harder and harder as he watches his control slip. Endrada will admit no weakness, her internal battle already trying what is left of her energy, but her admittance to feeling the poisons from other blades is prudent as she downs the green and purple vial, the item puffing off in a cloud of smoke, "What could you possibly help with now?" She steps towards the undead, just a few steps, but Ash is quick to step towards him also,
"That..." She points to the undead, glaring for effect, "He's controlling you, enslaving you. You're not yourself, and if you don't believe me, try this on for a moment." She pulls out a small device, slowly so as not to alarm the Warrior, "It's called a neural silencer, and it will cut off anything that he is doing to you..." She tosses the small item and it is easily caught, both elves keeping a cautious distance from each other, "If that doesn't change anything once attached to your body, I will... I will humbly submit myself at your feet and allow you to do as you will with me..." Ash continues to try and get closer, trying to show her good faith, "Please, I ask you to try that at least before freeing that scum I've tied to there." This actually brings a smile to her face, blue eyes barely held as she starts to break through the mind control,
"I wouldn't want to impose... On such a beautiful figure..." Her politeness is genuine, not that of the mind controlled Warrior, and it serves to spur Ash on, the woman stepping forward, close enough to offer a hand out in a peaceful gesture, a small smile pulling to her lips as well. Before their hands can connect, the man screams out, his doomguard ripping from a portal at a dead sprint slamming past the Rogue, scooping up the Warrior, and taking off towards the portal to Orgrimmar. As he passes the Tree, the demon's giant sword cracks through the ropes binding his master, hardly letting it stop his goal. The undead blindly takes off behind the demon, unable to keep up, but he is fast nonetheless. Ash recovers easily, taking off towards the undead and catching up without issue. Pouncing on the unawares man she hooks her foot between his, pressing her knee into his back as he trips himself up and falls face first into the dirt,
"You will never find her! She will spend many years of her life locked away to be mutilated and used!" He cackles out as she binds him tightly, his menacing laughter echoing in the now eerily quiet battlefield,
"You only think you've won." She kicks his head hard, knocking him unconscious, then for good measure, she hogties the man, his already bound wrists and ankles brought together behind him to be bound again. Dragging him to the portal she takes him all the way to the tavern where her room lies, stuffing his passed out body into the closet and locking the door behind her.