The first thing I saw was the Lich King standing over my crumpled heap of a body on the ground. He had Frostmourne raised above his head with Kil'Jaeden's blade driving into it. I leaped from my position on the ground, summoned the Warglaives, and shot at Kil'Jaeden's wrist. Sadly, I made no fatal damage but it caused him to recoil from my strike and release the pressure upon Frostmourne.
I turned to the Lich King with a look of rage painted on my face. I had demon blood in a splattered across my body. I shot toward the Lich King screaming in a banshee's voice. "Why the fuck didn't you let me die?" I swiped my left Warglaive at him, but he blocked it with Frostmourne. I swiped again with the right one this time. And, exactly like last time, Arthas blocked.
"The rational will reveal itself in due time," Arthas responded. He blocked one of my fury-filled blows. And, just in time, I saw Kil'Jaeden bring down a blade. I blocked it with my left Warglaive. I turned around and shrieked in my banshee's voice at Kil'Jaeden.
"Can you NOT see we're having a conversation?!" I yelled. "Back the fuck off!!" Kil'Jaeden recoiled from my demand and then brought the blade down again. This time, I blocked with both Warglaives of Azzinoth. I shoved his blade off and flew up for his side. He brought the blade down again. This time Frostmourne blocked his blade. Arthas nodded toward his side and I followed his nod and punctured into his side.
Kil'Jaeden roared out in pain and swatted for his side. Then, like a fly to a fly swatter, I flew into the side of the Black Temple. I groaned out, not wanting to resume combat. My rage had subsided into depression by now. I was there, the impact to the ground had killed me but I was brought back. Peeling myself off the wall, I noticed that Kil'Jaeden had his back completely turned back to me. He was focused on killing Arthas.
"Keep him occupied," I thought. I looked across at Arthas who nodded with agreement. I flew toward Kil'Jaeden's back. I sliced into his lower back where I thought a spine would be. He roared in agony again. He slammed his hand up against his back which crushed me underneath. I tried stabbing the Warglaive into his hand but he twisted his hand in an odd manor where one of the ends went into him, and the other end went into my shoulder.
I cried out in torment. I thrust the Warglaive out of my shoulder and casted Kil'Jaeden's hand off of my body. With haste, I flew away from his body. I dismissed the left Warglaive, due to my wounded shoulder. I flew to the ground next to Arthas.
"Hmm, that went well," he mocked.
"Fuck off," I groaned. I could feel my hair begin to get heavy with blood. We had to put an end to this demon…and soon.
"Listen," Arthas said. "If you can distract him I have a plan." Somehow, I knew he wasn't going to tell me. I sighed and dismissed the other Warglaive. I flew up in the air.
"Kil'Jaeden!!" I screeched, "Betcha can't catch me." He growled and grasped out for me. I flew just outta his reach. "Nope! Nice try though!" He snarled and tried to catch me with both hands. This time I slipped through the cracks in his fingers. Our taunting and catching routine continued for awhile until I noticed Arthas leaping off of the Black Temple. And, the brief moment I paused caused me to get caught.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Kil'Jaeden manically chuckled. "You're mine Eternus Firemoon." By now, Arthas was falling through the air like a boulder and landed on Kil'Jaeden. The force and surprise caused his grip to loosen and I wiggled free.
Arthas began to laugh the laugh of a lunatic as he drew Frostmourne above his head. "Now, whose soul belongs to who," he asked. Frostmourne drove into Kil'Jaeden's neck. He started to scream but was cut off by a dark essence swirling around and being absorbed by Frostmourne. A black chain shot out of the Lich King's body and into mine. I squealed in anguish. I too was absorbing Kil'Jaeden's soul. It was apart of the pact we made.
I heard the gasps below as the black chain began lowering me to the ground. It left me in a slumped position on the ground. I could feel rage and power and lust for more power coursing through my body. I was surprised I could hear the noise above the ringing in my ears. It was a faint noise, but a very distinct able one. It was the sound of ice cracking. Cool shards rushed past my face, leaving a mist clinging onto my blood soaked hair. I felt pain shoot into my right shoulder this time. It was accompanied by more pain as I was lifted off the ground. Arthas was on one end of Frostmourne, and I on the other.
"Two birds with one stone?" He chuckled.
"I figured you do this," I said with a smirk. I shot one of the Warglaives of Azzinoth into his shoulder too. So there we were, locked in time, sushkabobing each other with our weapons. But trust me that moment didn't last long. Soon we yanked our weapons out of the other and began striking, bashing, and swinging our weapons together. I may be bloodied up more than him and I may look like I won't last too long, but it is not over until the Tauren sings.