PsykoReaper: I like drunken teachers of fighting; they remind me of Jackie Chan…
Dark Angel: Why, cause of that movie?
PsykoReaper: No, because I like peanut butter!
Dark Angel: Don't make me slap you with salami!
PsykoReaper: That is the wrong way of getting in one's pants!
Dark Angel: ……………………..Bastard…
"HOW FAR IS IT!!!" groaned Beez loudly.
"Calm down, you giant booger!" growled Thalaa, "We shouldn't be too far!" Glurble then jumped on he back and rested on her shoulders.
"Besides, Beez, we haven't even gone a mile," said Anveena to Beez.
"I know that! I am a goblin, I think I can understand miles and what not!" growled Beez.
"Your race is no different from the Gnomes," replied Soril.
"NO!!! Gnomes are stupid because they do not pride explosions before everything else!" scoffed Beez.
"What are so great about explosives?" asked Soril.
"Hm, let me think, oh yeah, your lives were saved because I used my explosions on those buildings, I think I am right, so shut up!" growled Beez.
"Don't be so negative about races, mon," Gi'Thorr wisely said to Soril, "Every race has a special talent, even you humans, with your brave hearts and your tenacious behavior…"
"Gi'Thorr, how can you see with your eyes covered up?" asked Soril, changing the subject.
"I can't, I be blind!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Then how do you walk around like you can see?" asked Anveena.
"He hears good!" answered Beez.
"No, that be not it!" groaned Gi'Thorr.
"Then how?" asked Beez in a scoffing tone.
"I can see in a different sense, much more better than your visions," replied Gi'Thorr.
They then saw from the roads a gnoll walking towards them; it then stopped ten feet from them and barked at them, holding his flindbar at them.
They stopped and laughed to themselves. "I can handle this thing!" laughed Soril.
He rushed at the gnoll and swung it at him, but the gnoll ducked and punched him in the gut. Soril stepped back and stabbed at the gnoll but accidentally moved downwards and stabbed him in the side.
The gnoll growled and kicked Soril off. Soril got up and swung his sword again, this time meeting steel with the gnolls dagger, but after a few sloppy sword fighting from Soril, full of missing and weak blows, the gnoll disarmed Soril with a scratch from his claws to his arm and was about to do the finishing blow.
It was then shot in between the eyes by Thalaa, Soril got up and grabbed his sword, he then walked forwards, fuming as he walked.
"You are welcome!" groaned Thalaa. They then walked forwards as well, right behind Soril.
"I didn't need your help!" growled Soril.
"Oh, and you about to be killed by a gnoll being your great finishing blow?" asked Thalaa.
"I don't need you finishing my battles!" growled Soril, he walked faster.
"Fine, be that way!" snapped Thalaa.
They continued to walk, having a small hostility from the guard at the Three Corners, due to Beez, Gi'Thorr, and Glurble's race, but Gi'Thorr managed to convince the guard that they had no affiliation with the Horde.
As they walked, Soril slowed down so he was at Gi'Thorr's side.
"Gi'Thorr?" asked Soril.
"Yeah, mon?" replied Gi'Thorr.
"Why did my blade cut so well, when I slain that troll in Zul'Gurub, it was easily cut in half, but now it seems a little weaker," explained Soril.
"Hmmmmm, my guess be that it was in the ripe, and it will only be truly grand if you be a strong warrior," explained Gi'Thorr.
"I already am, if this sword works!" retorted Soril.
"Nah, you must be strong at heart, but first we need to teach you how to handle that blade well, you swung it like a weakling!" explained Gi'Thorr.
"Can you teach me?" asked Soril.
"I am sorry, I cannot, if you have not noticed, mon, I use dual war glaives, none of us are an expert on swords, especially long swords," explained Gi'Thorr.
"What about Beez, he uses a wrench like a sword," argued Soril.
"Yeah, but it is about half a foot, yours is about one and a half feet long, that be a major difference, another difference is the fact that your sword weighs more, his wrench does not," explained Gi'Thorr.
"Right…" Soril said to himself.
"Out of my way, peasants!"
They jumped at the voice and the sounds of hoof beats. They looked to see a horse charging at them, they all jumped out of the way.
The horse stopped and from the horse was a tall man with black hair, a fancy black mustache, a square jaw, and cocky eyes. He wore golden armor with a tabard with a gold lion on it. He carried a long claymore in his right hand and a large golden shield in his left hand.
"You should step out of the way when knights cross by!" ordered the man.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know that knights were blind!" yelled Beez.
"Mind your tongue, goblin!" ordered the man.
"Who are you?" asked Anveena.
"I am Sir Luke Lionsword, grand knight of the armies of Stormwind, and you will use honorifics when addressing me, young woman!" introduced the man.
"Alright, I suppose," said Anveena.
"Listen, if you are done gloating, we are on our way to Lakeshire!" groaned Soril, tired of this man.
"HA! I am on my way there as well, are you there to take the quest being held there?" asked Sir Luke.
"Quest?" asked Beez.
"Yes, goblin, I was on my way to acquire a quest in the name of Stormwind, how lucky I may be to find a member of the Horde!" boasted Sir Luke; he then held his sword out in offense.
"Calm down, fancy shmancy, I be not your enemy!" reassured Gi'Thorr.
"Liar, all trolls are mongrels waiting to be slain!" laughed Sir Luke.
"Listen, Luke…" said Soril, trying to calm the knight down.
"THAT'S SIR LUKE!" shouted Sir Luke.
"Sorry, Sir Luke, but he is a Demon Hunter, meaning he was trained by a Night Elf, meaning he has no ties to the Horde," reassured Soril.
"HMPH! Prove it!" ordered Sir Luke.
"Uh, does the markins', war glaives, and the blindfold say anythin' to you, Sir Luke?" taunted Gi'Thorr.
Sir Luke was silent for a while. "Very well, I guess I don't have to kill you, mongrel!" He then put his sword back in its sheath.
"So, what is the quest?" asked Soril.
"That is something you will not find out!" scoffed Sir Luke as he got on his horse.
"How's that?" asked Thalaa.
"Because I will finish it first!" laughed Sir Luke as he rode away.
"HMPH! What an arrogant jerk!" growled Beez.
"Reminds you of anyone?" taunted Soril.
"No, not really," said Beez in dead seriousness.
"Bah, forget about that fool, maybe if we get there, the job will still be there, that loser cannot be that strong, I can sense it," said Gi'Thorr.
They continued to walk down the path; they finally got to the bridge of Lakeshire, they were met at the bridge by guards of the town of Lakeshire.
"What are you children doing with a Horde mongrel?" interrogated a guard.
"Stay your blade, mon, I be neutral, the markings and the blindfold prove this, I am a Demon Hunter, one who is shunned by all I help," replied Gi'Thorr.
"That may be, but a Demon Hunter we do not need!" growled a guard.
"Very well, I will be campin' out in the wilderness!" sighed Gi'Thorr, he then walked off into the forest.
"Gi'Thorr, wait, you don't have any camping gear!" shouted back Thalaa.
"No worries, mon, I can survive without it!" laughed Gi'Thorr, he then walked into the wilderness, he then shouted out as he walked away, "Need any help, juuuuust whistle!"
They then walked to the town of Lakeshire, ravaged slightly by the war, with the townsfolk looking at them in suspicion.
"Why are they looking at us?" asked Anveena.
"The Horde made people not trust any outsiders!" sighed Beez, "That's why my people broke off, so we can make a profit from both sides!"
They then heard commotion from an inn, they decided to look in there to see what was going on, they saw a bunch of drunken people dancing around, with a dwarf leading them on one of the tables.
The dwarf was bald with a white beard, grey eyes, a green shirt, a pair of black pants, brown leather boots and gloves, and a large claymore attached to his back by a long strap.
"HAHAHA! I be a drunk Dwarf and no one can shay otherwise…hic!" laughed the dwarf, he then saw Beez walk to the bar, "DONKEY!"
He then slid on the bar and tackled a screaming Beez. He then put him in a headlock and started to spank Beez with the sheath of his claymore.
"AAAAGH! LEMME GO!!!" screamed Beez.
"Bring back me donkey!" yelled the dwarf.
"I DON'T HAVE YOUR BLOODY DONKEY, YOU DRUNK DWARF!" screamed Beez.
The dwarf then lifted Beez and kicked him away, sending the tumbling goblin to hit a sitting human, making him knock over his drink. He growled and faced the goblin.
"What is your problem, goblin, do you wish to die!?"
"No, but you need to trim your nose hairs!" growled Beez.
"Why you!" growled the human, lifting a broken wine bottle. The dwarf then ran at the drunken human and wacked his legs with the blunt side of his claymore, with only one hand, causing the human to fall on the table.
The human got up and took out his short sword, he then ran at the dwarf. The dwarf then defended himself with his sword from the mad human's attack.
As they fought, Soril watched, amazed that a drunken dwarf was able to hold out on his own with a large claymore.
The dwarf then disarmed the man with the blunt side and pointed the sword at the human. "He shtill hash my donkey, I won't let ya kill him yet!" slurred the dwarf.
"I don't have your donkey!" yelled Beez.
The dwarf then turned to him. "Shut ya noise, donkey-thief, I'll show ya what for in a minute!" yelled the dwarf, he then looked at the human, scared for his life, "Now, get the hell outta me favorite inn or I'll kick ya shorry assh, or my name ish not Corrigan Shteeldrumsh!"
The human nodded in a frightened fit and ran out of the inn, Corrigan then turned to Beez and sliced at him, but Beez ducked out of the way.
"You idiot, I don't have your donkey!"
"What donkey!?" yelled Corrigan, he then passed out on the floor.
The bar members tossed out the unconscious Corrigan into the street, they then returned to the inn.
Soril and his friends walked out and saw the passed out dwarf, Beez then ran at him and kicked him in the sides.
"HEY! DON'T! AAAAGH!" groaned Corrigan in his stupor.
"Beez!" whined Anveena.
"What, he threatened to kill me because of an imaginary donkey!" yelled Beez.
"Maybe you did steal his donkey, and you are not telling us!" taunted Thalaa.
"Nu-uh!" growled Beez.
"Hey, guys, I think I might help him to his home," said Soril.
"Why?" asked Thalaa.
"I don't know, you saw how good he was with that sword, I might learn a few tricks," replied Soril.
"Fine, but don't come running to us when he tries to kill you for some imaginary donkey!" growled Beez as the others walked away.
Soril then walked Corrigan to a pig trough and threw him in the water. Corrigan growled as he got up.
"Blast it, boy, what was all that for now!?" growled Corrigan.
"Your swordsmanship is grand, even in your drunken stupor," answered Soril.
"Drunk? It be 2:30 in the afternoon!" yelled Corrigan in annoyance.
"Yeah, well, even so, can you teach me how to fight as well as you in a short period?" asked Soril.
"SHORT!?" yelled Corrigan in confusion, "Ya be daft if ya think I can teach a weakling like ye in a short period!!!"
"What do you have to lose?" asked Soril in annoyance.
"Weeeell, I always like a good challenge, boy, and I never taught me swordsmanship to anyone, it be a family tradition to teach family members only, but I guess I can teach someone, due to me not wanting any lil' brats running around!"
"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Soril.
"Whatever!" growled Corrigan as he got up and walked to the forest, followed by Soril.
Thalaa, Beez, Anveena, and Glurble walked into the town hall to find the town magistrate, Solomon, conversing with Sir Luke Lionsword. Sir Luke looked to see them there, he then told the magistrate to wait for a while to explain, he then walked to the four.
"Well, looks like two of the group disappeared!" laughed Sir Luke, "What happened? Gnolls too much for them!?"
"For your information, SIR Luke, Gi'Thorr was not allowed here, and Soril is training with a drunken dwarf!" scolded Beez, he then paused, "You know, that last part did not sound that good…"
Sir Luke then started to laugh. "You are buffoons!"
"Please, please, people, let us not fight!" cried out Solomon.
"I'm sorry, magistrate, it will not happen again!" apologized Anveena.
"I…agree…" sighed Sir Luke.
"Very good, I think these young people would like to join the quest as well," said Solomon.
"Maybe, but they are not with me!" growled Sir Luke.
"What is this quest?" asked Beez.
"I need you to go to Stonewatch Keep and slay the beast that controls it, Gath'Ilzogg, Leader of the Blackrock Orcs of Redridge Mountains," answered Solomon.
"Blackrock!?" exclaimed Beez, "You've got to be kidding!"
"The…Blackrock…" shuddered Anveena, she has heard of their cruelty. They live to kill, rape, and pillage, even to their own species, as they broke away from the Horde when Thrall took control, as they hated his passive ways.
"Yes, those damn grey orc bastards, they have been making raids on Lakeshire, killing more and more people, I cannot have this, and I am desperate for anyone to help…"
"I will help, for coin and loyalty!" said Sir Luke.
"We will help too," said Anveena proudly.
"…With coin!" added Beez.
"Beez!" scolded Anveena.
"Hey, we need money for food and what not!" growled Beez.
"Oh, do not worry, I have enough to pay you all, if you are able to bring me the head of Gath'Ilzogg," quickly added Solomon.
"Consider it done, and quickly!" laughed Sir Luke, "I will start in the morning, when they least suspect the attack!" He then got on his horse outside and rode to the inn.
"You know, for a know-it-all, Luke is right," said Thalaa.
"THAT'S SIR LUKE!" yelled Sir Luke from far away.
"That guy has good ears!" groaned Beez.
"Anyway, I think that the blowhard knight is right, they would not expect a morning attack, but we will attack at 5:30 in the morning, that way, we would beat Sir Luke."
"Good idea!" replied Anveena.
"'Course it's a good idea!" boomed Beez, "Now, let's hang out at the inn until morn', maybe Soril's being hit with a sheath by that drunk dwarf!" Beez then let out a booming laughter.
Soril followed the dwarf to the forest, until they got to an obstacle course, with training dummies, swinging sandbags, upright logs with hard sticks all over in a path, a bunch of long wooden sticks for sword substitutes, and a large wooden bar over a pit.
"So, prepared for this?" asked Soril, amazed by all this.
"Well, by the chance that I accidentally impregnate a fair lass, I might have to train the boy into swordplay and what not!" laughed Corrigan.
"So, where do I start?" asked Soril, grabbing a stick.
"NOW!"
Suddenly, a swinging sandbag hits Soril in the face, making him fall on the ground.
"AAAAGH! What the hell!?" growled Soril.
"I like to surprise me students!" laughed Corrigan.
"I AM YOUR ONLY STUDENT!!!" yelled Soril.
"Yeah, but I planned on frightenin' me students when I got some!" answered Corrigan, "Now, get up or ya fail forever!"
Soril groaned as he got up, he was then hit by another sandbag. "I WAS NOT READY YET!"
"A Trogg won't be waitin' for ya to be ready, boyo, now, be prepared for the hardest trainin' in ye life!"
For the rest of the day, Soril took on the destructive training, being pelted by sandbags, being hit by wooden sticks by Corrigan and the wooden logs, falling into the pit due to being hit by Corrigan's wooden sword, and missing ultra-fast dummies.
The training was starting to help after two hours, able to dodge the sandbags and hitting a few dummies, but was still hit by Corrigan, not being able to hit him or block his attacks.
In the third hour, Soril started to get tired. He then fell on the ground and fell asleep, Corrigan walked over and kicked him in the sides.
"Agh, just a few minutes!" groaned Soril.
"Fine, a few minutes, but after that, ya go back in trainin'!"
Corrigan stood there for two minutes; he then kicked Soril in the sides again.
"AGH!"
"Minutes are up!" snapped Corrigan; he then threw Soril to his feet.
Soril groaned as he picked up his sword and continued to fight. Over the hours, he kept on falling asleep, but Corrigan kept on hitting him.
At 9:00 PM, the training stopped for now, letting Soril get some sleep before the training returned in 5:00 AM. Soril sat next to the fire Corrigan made as he rubbed his bruises.
"Ye bruise like a banana!" laughed Corrigan.
"Well, not all of us are as sturdy as you!" snapped Soril.
"Bah, I be not the best swordsman in Eastern Kingdom, but definitely the best in Redridge, this training is only a small level up, compared to the advance trainin', ya too young and weak for it, members of me family died from the advance trainin'!"
"So, I should have more than one trainer?" asked Soril.
"Well, of course, boyo, ya won't be able to go far in life with only one trainer, there is always a better trainer, like there is always a stronger opponent in the road ya have to fight during one's journey!"
"Corrigan, do you have any family?" asked Soril.
Corrigan paused, he then sighed. "Most of me livin' family died during the second war, and I never settled down, the only family I have is my cousin in Ironforge, up in Dun Morogh, what about ye?"
"My father left to protect the city of Stormwind, my grandfather killed himself, and my mother was killed…something I would rather not talk about…"
"Oi, I understand, I would rather not talk about how me father and grandfather died either…"
Soril smiled and nodded. Corrigan sighed and said, "Ya be a fine swordsman, I can no longer teach you in your long journey…"
"Are you…sure?" asked Soril, surprised at this.
"Ya, you have places to go, and you are able to fight well, but you will need more trainin', and I cannot give you anymore if ya have to leave to wherever ya have to go…"
Soril nodded, he then looked at the fire, wondering what is coming to Quel'Thalas…
Gi'Thorr was wondering this too, as he looked at his fire, he wondered if the threat was an old enemy of his, someone who gave him great grief.
He then heard the flap of large wings, he then looked to see the energies of a familiar demon, the same dreadlord he faced in Duskwood, the one who caused the Worgens to turn into Felworgen.
"So, it was you, you be the one!"
"Yes, I be the one!" laughed the dreadlord, taunting the troll's accent.
"Why are you plaguing me?" asked Gi'Thorr, "Are you my personal demon?"
"Maybe I'm your guardian," answered the dreadlord slyly.
"Impossible, guardians are made to protect, not hurt!" growled Gi'Thorr.
"I didn't say I was a good guardian!" laughed the dreadlord.
"What are you plannin', Ven'Gyr, does it have to do with Quel'Thalas?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"Quel'Thalas, I am not interested in that foolish country full of pious fools!" scoffed Ven'Gyr.
"Hypocrite!" snapped Gi'Thorr, "You are just as pious!"
"Maybe, but I am much smarter than they can ever be," retorted Ven'Gyr, "If you want to save Quel'Thalas, you will need the help of a dragon…"
"Dragon?" questioned Gi'Thorr.
"You will know when the time comes," hissed Ven'Gyr.
"Why you be helping me?" asked Gi'Thorr, amazed why an old enemy would help him.
"My fellow legionnaires would benefit from the defeat of this force attacking Quel'Thalas," replied Ven'Gyr slyly, "They hold no favor with us, and you should know better than to suspect a dreadlord to attack something he holds no value to…"
"I'm sure…" growled Gi'Thorr.
"GI'THOOOOOOORR!!"
Gi'Thorr looked to see the energies of his friend, Beez; he looked to find Ven'Gyr gone, like a flash.
Beez entered the camp area and spotted Gi'Thorr, still sitting there, looking at the fire. "There you are, ya stupid moron, anyway, we have a quest, we are gonna take down the Blackrocks at Stonewatch, we start in 5:30, you game?"
Gi'Thorr was silent, still looking at the fire.
"Helloooooooo! Are you there!?"
Gi'Thorr then snapped out of the silence and looked at Beez. "Oh, yeah, I be game…"
"You alright?" asked Beez.
"I…don't know…"
Thalaa woke up from her sleep, looking at the gnome-made clock and found it to be 5:00 AM.
"Good," sighed Thalaa, she got up and saw Anveena sleeping in her bed and Glurble sleeping in his bucket of water.
She walked over to Anveena and gently shook her shoulder. "Anveena, it's time!"
She moaned as she woke up and lifted her head. "Really, it's still so dark…"
"At least not as dark as Duskwood!" said Thalaa with a laugh.
"Where's Soril?" asked Anveena.
"Beats me, probably out training…" replied Thalaa.
"Where's Beez?" asked Anveena.
"Probably with Gi'Thorr, they are probably waiting for us at the Lakeridge Highway," sighed Thalaa.
"Oh, should we wait for Soril?" asked Anveena.
"Nah, we don't wanna get that stupid knight an inch," replied Thalaa quickly.
"If you say so," quietly said Anveena.
They got dressed and walked down the stairs with Glurble. When they got to the first floor, they see the bartender Wental and the innkeeper Brianna, opening up the place.
"Ah, I see you two are up as well, your goblin friend left at 2:00," laughed Brianna.
"Anyone else?" asked Thalaa.
"Well, that Sir Luke rode out of the town a few hours ago, around 3:46," answered Wental.
Thalaa groaned, along with Anveena, Glurble replied with his everyday garbles and gibberish. Thalaa then turned to Anveena and sighed, "We better get to Gi'Thorr and Beez and hope that we still have enough time!"
"Yes, I don't think Sir Luke will do so well, despite all that glamour, I don't think he is that strong…"
"I agree, he is all just bark!" laughed Thalaa.
Later in that day, Gi'Thorr and Beez waited at the middle of the road. Beez tapping his foot impatiently, and Gi'Thorr looking at the ground.
"What's taking those females!" growled Beez.
"They be probably already waking up…" sighed Gi'Thorr.
"Well, they better hurry up!" growled Beez.
They then saw the three running to them, Anveena and Thalaa stopped in front of them to catch their breath, Glurble kept on running until a few feet behind them.
"What took you two!?" growled Beez.
Thalaa took a few breaths before answering. "Sir Luke…left…before us!"
"WHAT!?" screamed both Beez and Gi'Thorr.
"Nu-uh, that blowhard ain't gonna beat us!" roared Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, let's beat the guy there!" shouted Beez.
"Then let's not scream like a bunch of idiots!" yelled Thalaa, "Let's go!!"
They then started to run down the highway as fast as they can so that they can get the reward before Sir Luke stole their glory.
Soril woke up to find himself asleep near the burnt-out fire. He looked to see Corrigan gone from the area. He yawned as he got up; he then grabbed his sword and walked towards the town.
He approached Penny, the stable master, and asked, "Have you seen a Night Elf, a human girl, a murloc, and a goblin anywhere?"
"Why yes, they went to slay the Blackrock Orcs at Stonewatch," replied Penny, "Right after a human knight went that direction as well…"
Soril then groaned to himself. "Always ditching me…" muttered Soril, he then faced Penny again, "May I borrow a horse for a while, I promise I will bring it back in full health!"
"Alright, but I will hold you to your promise!" said Penny, she then pulled out a white horse with brown spots. He got on and rode it out of the town, heading for the highway.
Thalaa, Gi'Thorr, Anveena, Beez, and Glurble stopped when they were half a mile from Stonewatch, looking at it. It was broken by war and bloodlust, with smoke coming from the middle of the fortress.
"No sign of the cocky bastard!" growled Beez.
Thalaa then kneeled in front of Glurble. "Go, and wait for us in town, you can enjoy yourself at the lake."
"Blarbble-gah!" he shouted, and he ran to the town.
They then walked to the bridge, looking out for Blackrock orcs if they should appear. Gi'Thorr stopped them when they passed the bridge. "Hold, everyone, we better make sure they not be there!"
They hide behind a bush; Beez pulled out binoculars and scanned the area. "I see…four at the gate, and that's all I can see from this angle, the walls are blocking my view!"
"Great…" groaned Thalaa.
"Hey, they be probably asleep, I be sure they won't expect us comin'!" calmed Gi'Thorr.
They then crept out of the bushes, but before they could go any further, Blackrock Orcs jumped out of the trees and slammed them to the ground.
"Ha! Looks like we caught some Alliance dogs!" growled an orc.
"And some traitorous rats!" growled another.
"Great, nice plan!" groaned Beez.
"Shut up!" groaned Thalaa.
An hour later, they were chained to the wall in a large room. Beez starts lifting his feet and letting them drop, a sign of boredom.
"What do you think is gonna happen to us?" asked Anveena in a scared tone.
"Well, we are probably gonna be tortured beyond belief, then mercilessly tossed into the river…" said Beez.
"Beez!" growled Thalaa, "You are scaring Anveena!"
"You think she's scared now, you guys got it worse, you are female…" said Beez, "And we all know how much orc males love females…"
"Is there any way out of this!?" asked Anveena, almost screaming out of fear.
"Mmmmmmm, maybe, if we beg for mercy," said Beez.
"I ain't no coward to beg!" growled Gi'Thorr.
"I am!" yelled Beez in fear, "HEEEEEEEEEELP!!!"
"Silence, you cowardly goblin!" growled a voice, revealing ten orcs, a tied up Sir Luke, and Gath'Ilzogg, Warlord of the Blackrock Orcs of Redridge Mountains, stepping out of the shadows.
"Are you… Gath'Ilzogg?" asked Anveena in fear.
"I am, weak human, Warlord of the Blackrock Orcs of Redridge Mountains, and Slayer of many Alliance dogs!" growled Gath'Ilzogg in triumph, "And I will be your executioner…"
He then stomped towards the two females. "So, how do you want it, death before pleasure, or just pleasure?"
"I prefer death than looking at your ugly face over me!" growled Thalaa, she then kicked Gath'Ilzogg in the chin, causing his mouth to bleed.
"Stupid elven bitch!" growled Gath'Ilzogg, who unsheathed his axe, ready to slay the night elf.
"I'd stop if I were you," said a voice, Gath'Ilzogg turned around to see Soril, standing there with his sword out.
"Soril!" yelled Beez, "Get outta here, you're gonna get yourself killed!"
"Allow me to release you from this world, human!" growled Gath'Ilzogg in devilish glee, he then barked as he ran at Soril, but Soril moved towards Gath'Ilzogg and cut off the hand that held the axe. As Gath'Ilzogg held his wound in pain, roaring as he did, Soril quickly spun around and cut off his head.
The orcs were flabbergasted, along with Luke, I mean, Sir Luke. Soril then pointed his sword at them and growled, "If any of you want some either, step forward!"
The orcs then stopped being completely astounded and readied their blades; they ran at Soril, one by one being completely defeated by the newly empowered Soril, after the ten were defeated, Soril turned around and gave them all a prideful glare and a smirk.
"Whatever, you may have become more stronger, but you'll always be Soril Fasthand to me!" snapped Thalaa.
"Whatever you say!" chuckled Soril as he released them all from the shackles, Beez noticed Sir Luke attempting to grab the head, he ran and conked him in the head with his helmet, knocking the prideful knight out.
"And that's how it's done!" laughed Beez.
After they quickly got away from the orcs, with Soril and Anveena riding the horse, with Gi'Thorr running with Beez and Thalaa on his back, they got to the town hall and dropped the head on Solomon's desk.
"You actually did it!" exclaimed Solomon, "Congratulations, you and your troll friend!"
"It be nothin'!" laughed Gi'Thorr, they then heard the door open to reveal Sir Luke, his armor covered in dents and his skin covered in bruises, completely worn out.
"You…bastards!" growled Sir Luke with little breath as he limped towards them, "I had to escape from the stronghold on foot!"
"Well you shouldn't have tried to steal OUR reward!" snapped Thalaa.
"And who would think that attacking them in the morning was such a good idea!" snapped Beez.
"Um, you did?" asked Anveena.
"Well, I got it from him!" grumbled Beez.
"I thought they would be tired!" snapped Sir Luke.
"Well, I am sorry, Sir Luke, but they got the head first," replied Magistrate Solomon.
Sir Luke made a pouting angry look; he then stomped out of the building and got on his horse, riding away from his embarrassment.
They all then went back to the inn, where they saw Corrigan sitting on the bench outside, drunk again.
"How'd it go, shonny?" asked Corrigan.
"I did it, Corrigan!" yelled Soril in excitement.
"Don't yell at me, I know what ye did!" groaned Corrigan, he then saw Beez and yelled, "DONKEY!!!"
"Oh no, not again!" screamed Beez as Corrigan leapt at him. Corrigan started to chase him around the area, with Glurble yelling gibberish at them.
"Gi'Thorr, where do we go now?" asked Thalaa.
"I am afraid we go to the Burning Steppes, mon, there be more than orcs waitin' for us there, mon," answered Gi'Thorr grimly.
"I'm sure we can handle it," said Soril confidently, "They can't be too hard."
"When did you grow a pair?" asked Thalaa.
"You have to grow-up when on adventures, Thalaa," answered Soril slyly, "Maybe you should take a hint?"
Thalaa made a scowl and looked away, making Soril feel ten feet tall, he has left the old Soril behind in a matter of days and felt a new like a new person, with Soril Fasthand now merely a shadow…
Suddenly, a spider creeps on his head, making him run around, trying to get it out. "Get it off!" he screamed over and over again.
Thalaa sighed and replied, "Well, that was anti-climactic…"
PsykoReaper: Sorry for the delay, working on a different fanfic that I haven't posted yet.
Dark Angel: It's about-
PsykoReaper: MIMZIIIIII!!
Dark Angel: Shut up or a Tardicaca Shark will rape ya!
PsykoReaper: Note taken…