“And to think, they wanted to wait another day before beginning the assault."
The priestess scoffs her words, arms crossed over her chest and attention fixed on the ‘camp’ of Iron Horde forces setting up on the coast, near Talador. One foot was atop a very dead Iron Horde scout’s skull. The poor bastard hadn’t stood a chance, he was effectively cleaved in half with the lower portion of his body a great distance from the top.
"Unsurprising. The limitations of the living often dictate a requirement for superfluous things like sleep.” The voice is slightly monotone, but still manages to be grave and rough. “Of course the advantage lies with the abilities provided by our current state.”
She nodded, as the almost absurdly large blood elf to her left, was correct. To a point, Selynth was resigned to being around those that would tower over her, save for the goblins. When Tevruden shifted stance, just slightly, it altered the way the he held the massive runeblade he wielded. Glancing over towards the direction he faced, a smile crept on her features.
“They’ve come to greet us! And here I thought these orcs were savages without manners.” Selynth said, a laugh amid the saccharine words.
They were loud, they were rowdy, and completely arrogant. It was only two ‘outsiders’, what could possible be easier? They would kill them without breaking a sweat, right?
The death knight started walking towards the orcs, every step leaving seared, dead grass in his wake. With a sighing ‘hiss’ the shadows enveloped the priestess’ form, and she moved a bit more swiftly to keep up with the elf and his longer-stepped stride.
“Oh that’s adorable, I think I see some of the Alliance coming in turn to try and snipe our quarry.”
“That sounds like poor planning on their part.” Said almost idly, before the elf raised a hand, commanding dark magics to yank an unsuspecting orc to himself. Before they knew what’d happened, they found themselves effectively cleaved asunder by the death knight’s blade.
“As they say, two birds, one stone.” She mused, laughing when she summoned forth her shadow fiend, the little creature crawling from the shadows and lunging straight for one of the Alliance soldiers.
Very poor planning indeed.