Kimiel cast a doubtful eye on the pub. "The Bleeding Ogre? That sounds, wonderful" she remarked. The Orc laughed gently. "It's one of the few places that serves Orc's. Besides, my Wyverns tied up out back." Kimiel sighed, looked up at her companion and opened the door. It was just as dirty as she imagined. Currently there were a few humans, a couple dwarves, and a few goblins sharing drinks in side. The humans leered at her, and glared at the Orc. Rokt'garn didn't seem to notice.
"Barkeep! Two twisting nethers over here, and keep them coming!" The troll looked at Rokt, then Kimiel, shook his head and passed the drinks. Rokt raised his glass and spoke something in Orcish. Grinning down at Kimiel, he translated. "For honor." Kimiel raised her cup and spoke out "For blood!" Clinking their cups together they proceeded to down them. Kimiel didn't bat an eye as the ale went down, much to Rokt'garns surprise. Quaffing their first, they each took a cup in each hand and found a table in the corner.
"You been to the Panda land yet little one?"
Kimiel shook her head. "I have been serving in Northrend for a while. My father is an arch mage and has wished for me to provide protection for the mages on their excursions. It pays well, I get to let some blood, and it keeps my violent tendencies under control. You?"
Rokt'garn nodded his head. "I was there. I left a few months ago, when Garrosh started losing his mind." He shook his head. "They were just kids. Panda kids and he wanted me to kill them. I refused, he nearly killed me. He was distracted by some bell or something or he would have. Shame such a rotten Orc was the face of our people for so long." Burping he reached for his third cup.
"So, a Gnome warrior huh, how did that happen? Never met many Gnomes. The ones I did were all magical." Kimiel grimaced. "My..father is a mage, my mother a mage. My brothers and sisters are all mages." Grinning she looked up, "I have always been a little more violent, more personal. I want to be in your face as you slide off my blade rather than see you burn from across the field." Laughing the Orc slammed his empty cup down, and the Troll scurried over with more. "Beggin mon's pardon, dose humans o'er der, dey be lookin for trouble."
Kimiel snorted. "Humans. Arrogant, evil, and stuck up." The Orc looked serious for a minute" You think so? Never meant any alliance who spoke out against their kings race."
"Rokt'garn, I am beginning to wonder if you ever met a lot of anybodies." Snickering Kimiel drained her third cup.
"Hey greenskin, why don't you let us have the little girlie for some fun before you go and ruin her" hollered one of the humans. "Yeah, we can take turns, you just get to go last though."
Laughing they pushed each other back and forth while standing up and crossing over to the duo's table. "Whatcha say Gnomie, wanna hang with some real men for a bit?" Without turning around she replied. "I am, the only one I see as a matter of fact."
"You tiny bitch, you will pay for that" screamed the leader, as he reached for his sword. In a blink, Kimiel was on her feet, both swords unsheathed. One was squarely between the humans leg, the other was slightly less than waist height behind her head. Gasping they stared at her. "You would turn on your alliance brothers over this monstrosity? Gnomes really are whores and turncoats." Grinning Kimiel looked at them. "Outside, all of you. We will settle this the only fair way." Rokt'garn drained his cup and stood up. "This gonna be funny" he muttered.
Once outside, the three humans drew their swords and stood side by side. "Well sweetcheeks, its three on two, not exactly in your favor is it?" Kimiel turned to Rokt'garn and inquired, "Would you mind terribly sitting this one out?" Grinning the Orc pulled his sword out and stood it point down, leaning it against his leg. "Leave some for me, sweetcheeks".
"Your death, your body, your pain is assured gnome. We will kill you, then take the body to the King, claim this Orc did it." Leering in a horrible fashion he continued "The bruises between the thighs will be the part that sets him off. Hates to see women injured." Slowly, the three spread around Kimiel, as she stood motionless. A dark haired human lunged forward, then pulled back in a feint.
It didn't work.
As he lunged forward, Kimiel jumped towards the one with dirty blond hair. The dark haired one pulled back as the leader lunged in, hoping to take her in the back. Kimiel's gnomish brain calculated angles and velocity and realized there was a feint coming, and who wasn't involved. Both her swords swirled parallel to the ground, and took the dirty blonde off guard, slicing through his knees and shin bone in a single swoop. Without a pause, she rammed one sword in the ground, unsheathed a knife, and flung it at the leader, piercing his hamstring. Grabbing her other sword she swiftly charged the dark haired one, who had just regained his balance after his failed feint. His sword met hers, then her other sword followed up and removed his wrist. Spinning in the air, she spun her sword around and took him at the neck. Flicking both swords down, removing the blood, she walked with a sultry swagger to the leader, on his back trying to remove the knife from his leg.
"Hey there big guy, I just don't think you are man enough for me." Snarling, spitting and cussing he reached for his sword, but her foot was already on it. A quick flick of her wrist and one sword went between his legs, from groin to belly button, and the other took his sword arm off at the elbow. "There, now you won't be able to use either of your little pricks."
Screaming in agony the leader gasped for his breath as a large shadow loomed over him. "Kinda loud dontcha think gnomie?" Rokt asked. Kimiel grinned, "Yeah, a little too loud." Rokt'garn slid his sword in a line, then swiftly struck, severing the mans head. "Much quieter"
The gnome and orc stood side by side, looking at each other. "Guess this is good bye gnomie, look me up if you ever are in Kalimidor." Grinning Kimiel looked way up. Offering her tiny hand she nodded. "And if you are ever in Northrend, look me up in Dalaran." The looked at each other a moment louder, nodded, and turned to report to their respective leaders.