I own Vician, all else to Blizz
A/N...
Here we are, at the big battle; or the first one, at least
Warning: Use of language, blood, death, fighting, and sadness
The Battle of Brill was one that Sylvanas would never forget. In the infinite number of moments that will be with her, the Battle of Brill is very clearly near the top; for it was in that battle, that she lost the man who made her heart beat with hope and possibility; Vician Trannyth.
Near the end of the month deadline, the two armies descended onto the town of Brill. At one end of town were Ilius and the Lightslayers. At the other end was Vician, Sylvanas, Kalira, Lilian, the Dark Rangers and several members of the Royal Guard.
The battle was fierce. The two armies crashed together like waves against the shore. Blood and death surrounded the town of Brill, as its inhabitants watched from boarded windows in ruined houses. They watched the Dark Lady gliding through the field, a banshee of death, using her arrows to kill any Lightslayers that get too close.
Kalira, at one point, was back-to-back with Lilian, using their daggers to fend off the Lightslayers and rouges. They would separate when a Death Knight charged them and rejoin to silent the Knight once more.
Vician owned the battle from a distance, his void walker taking most of the brunt of the attacks, he fired shadow bolts and other spells, deep into Ilius's army.
It was in the center of town, which Vician and Ilius met to do battle. There Ilius engaged Vician in hand to hand combat, his daggers swirling around, cutting Vician and himself, as the pair struggled against each other. "You'll never win this, Ilius," Vician snarled at him, "You'll never control the Cult."
"I think I will, Trannyth," Ilius smirks back, sinking a dagger into his arm. Vician grunts and responds in kind, stinking a dagger—which he got some basic training from Lilian—into Ilius's knee. Howling, the two separate, as they pull out their respective daggers.
"This ends now," Ilius snarls, pulling out a small, handheld crossbow, the bolt dripping with poison. A drop of poison falls from the bolt, searing into the ground. As he takes aim, Vician growls and tackles Ilius, sending the crossbow scattering across the ground. Ilius and Vician look at each other, before they scramble after the crossbow, punching each other.
They both reach the crossbow and begin to struggle over it. Ilius head buts Vician in the nose, and Vician punches Ilius repeatedly in the side.
As the pair struggle, Kalira notches an arrow, pointing it at them. Swaying back and forth, she tracks the pair as they swing around, "Damn it, I can't get a shot off," she snarls above the battle.
Looking from the pair to Kalira and back again, Sylvanas rips the bow and arrow out of Kalira's hands, "Give me that." Drawing the arrow, Sylvanas points the arrow at the pair. Squaring her feet, she clams her breath, lining up the shot. Exhaling, she releases the arrow.
Vician pushes back Ilius, just as the arrow is fired. The arrow meets its target, jutting from the neck of Ilius. Gasping and gurgling, Ilius touches his neck, bringing back a bloodied hand. Looking up at Vician, he glares and gurgles, "I . . . die . . . you . . . too . . ." He fires and falls backwards, dead, sending the rest of the arrow through his neck.
The poisoned crossbow bolt buries itself into Vician's gut. Gasping, he falls to his knees, clutching at the wound, his organs beginning to melt away. Looking up, he smiles weakly as Sylvanas, Kalira, and Lilian run towards him. Looking down at the wound, at the blood seeping through his fingers, he coughs up more blood, before he collapses, the lights leaving his eyes.