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The force of the blow sent shockwaves deep into my very bones, agitating the ache of my arms as the hefty axe collides with my shield. My muscles scream with ache as I will myself to keep my footing. My shield arm numbs, forcing me to brace it with my sword arm. I mentally curse, knowing I'm surrendering the offensive, but against the Burning Legion, no chances can be taken. One misstep, one miscalculation or error, and it all comes tumbling down. Either to the demon before me, or to the Fel corruption it brings in its wake.
Fwip.
The noise startles not just me, but the demon as well. An arrow, shot into the demon's unarmored neck. Three more sound in rapid succession and impact its torso, the demon stumbling back and giving me the opening I need. I shove forward with my sword arm, shield swinging wide and throwing the demon further off-balance with the weight of its own weapon. I give it no mind, as my movements must be decisive. I step forward to close the distance again, bringing my blade around in a wide loop to thrust it between two armored plates, sinking into demonic flesh and causing green Fel blood to seep from the wound. I snarl, pushing the blade deeper and twisting, burying the blade to the hilt before wrenching it free.
I glance behind me to see my would-be assistant, eyes falling upon the scarred countenance of a blond-haired blood elf. The guardsman in me calls for me to raise my weapon to attack, but in this day, the squabbling of the Horde and the Alliance is secondary to that of Azeroth versus the Burning Legion. Where I ordinarily would see danger, I see respite. The blood elf practically dances from rock to rock to join me on the shore, bow at the ready as he takes position at my side.
"You looked like you require assistance, Gilnean," he quips, nocking an arrow as he peers over the hordes of demons on the water's edge.
"Nonsense," I say, shaking the numbness from my shield arm and willing feeling back into my fingers. "It was perfectly under control."
"Of course, of course," he replies. I can almost hear him rolling his eyes. "I'm sure you positively planned for being pinned beneath a demon's axe with countless foes closing in on all sides."
His sarcasm stings my pride, but better my pride be wounded than my body. I shake the loose green ichor from my sword, stepping towards the horde in front of me. The elf interrupts again.
"Oh, and marching onwards into said foes as well. Of course, such a master stroke of tactical genius. Pray tell, worgen, what your plan is exactly?"
I glance over my shoulder at the elf, whose gaze scarcely left the mass of demons ahead.
"Stick 'em with the pointy end. The Armies of Legionfall are on their way here, all I need to do is stall the Legion until they arrive. And Light be my witness, I'll give no ground as long as I draw breath."
I speak with such fierce determination that it snaps the blood elf from his scanning enemy ranks, looking at me with a puzzled look.
"Really?" he says incredulously. "I think that might be a bit much, worgen. For one of us, there are at least thirty of them."
I grin, flashing my fangs. "Hardly seems fair, does it? Maybe you should sit this one out."
The elf sighs, readying his bow as he steps forward, taking up a position just behind me. I raise my shield to the demon horde, knowing the formation. The gun behind the wall. I'm surprised by the blood elf's knowledge of Gilnean formations, but that would be a question for another time.
"Not on your life, soldier," the elf responds. Perhaps my refusal to back down has become infectious, but I feel a steely determination that matches my own. "As much as a wolfskin would make a good decoration back home, you're far too large to haul back on my own. Try not to get too damaged, I like my hunting trophies pristine."
I grin knowing that the blood elf has a sense of humor. At least the fight won't be boring.
Original art by
syberfab
Holhorse belongs to
dynamo
And of course, Logan Blackmane is mine!
The force of the blow sent shockwaves deep into my very bones, agitating the ache of my arms as the hefty axe collides with my shield. My muscles scream with ache as I will myself to keep my footing. My shield arm numbs, forcing me to brace it with my sword arm. I mentally curse, knowing I'm surrendering the offensive, but against the Burning Legion, no chances can be taken. One misstep, one miscalculation or error, and it all comes tumbling down. Either to the demon before me, or to the Fel corruption it brings in its wake.
Fwip.
The noise startles not just me, but the demon as well. An arrow, shot into the demon's unarmored neck. Three more sound in rapid succession and impact its torso, the demon stumbling back and giving me the opening I need. I shove forward with my sword arm, shield swinging wide and throwing the demon further off-balance with the weight of its own weapon. I give it no mind, as my movements must be decisive. I step forward to close the distance again, bringing my blade around in a wide loop to thrust it between two armored plates, sinking into demonic flesh and causing green Fel blood to seep from the wound. I snarl, pushing the blade deeper and twisting, burying the blade to the hilt before wrenching it free.
I glance behind me to see my would-be assistant, eyes falling upon the scarred countenance of a blond-haired blood elf. The guardsman in me calls for me to raise my weapon to attack, but in this day, the squabbling of the Horde and the Alliance is secondary to that of Azeroth versus the Burning Legion. Where I ordinarily would see danger, I see respite. The blood elf practically dances from rock to rock to join me on the shore, bow at the ready as he takes position at my side.
"You looked like you require assistance, Gilnean," he quips, nocking an arrow as he peers over the hordes of demons on the water's edge.
"Nonsense," I say, shaking the numbness from my shield arm and willing feeling back into my fingers. "It was perfectly under control."
"Of course, of course," he replies. I can almost hear him rolling his eyes. "I'm sure you positively planned for being pinned beneath a demon's axe with countless foes closing in on all sides."
His sarcasm stings my pride, but better my pride be wounded than my body. I shake the loose green ichor from my sword, stepping towards the horde in front of me. The elf interrupts again.
"Oh, and marching onwards into said foes as well. Of course, such a master stroke of tactical genius. Pray tell, worgen, what your plan is exactly?"
I glance over my shoulder at the elf, whose gaze scarcely left the mass of demons ahead.
"Stick 'em with the pointy end. The Armies of Legionfall are on their way here, all I need to do is stall the Legion until they arrive. And Light be my witness, I'll give no ground as long as I draw breath."
I speak with such fierce determination that it snaps the blood elf from his scanning enemy ranks, looking at me with a puzzled look.
"Really?" he says incredulously. "I think that might be a bit much, worgen. For one of us, there are at least thirty of them."
I grin, flashing my fangs. "Hardly seems fair, does it? Maybe you should sit this one out."
The elf sighs, readying his bow as he steps forward, taking up a position just behind me. I raise my shield to the demon horde, knowing the formation. The gun behind the wall. I'm surprised by the blood elf's knowledge of Gilnean formations, but that would be a question for another time.
"Not on your life, soldier," the elf responds. Perhaps my refusal to back down has become infectious, but I feel a steely determination that matches my own. "As much as a wolfskin would make a good decoration back home, you're far too large to haul back on my own. Try not to get too damaged, I like my hunting trophies pristine."
I grin knowing that the blood elf has a sense of humor. At least the fight won't be boring.
Original art by
syberfabHolhorse belongs to
dynamoAnd of course, Logan Blackmane is mine!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 833px
File Size 151 kB
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