-CLANK-
The sound of thundering steel against elegant elven ironwood and leather. Another of her sisters cried out as an orcish blade cut her down, the druidess head turned momentarily only to feel the brunt of a Tauren’s hammer slam into her chest throwing her into a nearby tree. Standing slowly she wiped the blood from her lip and stared the towering warrior in the eyes, grasping her glaive and hoisting herself to her feet, for only moments later a series of arrows to slice through the hulking Tauren’s form.
“Move commander, we will have to fall back, there’s no way we can hold this position” one of her subordinates called out
-THWANG-
The sound of more arrows ripping through the sky, piercing more of the Orcish and Forsaken troops, giving the druidess precious time to escape. She scrambled to her feet blending back into the shadows as her people had been so used to. Cradling her side and seeing the blood running between her fingers she shook her head gently closing her eyes and hobbling to a nearby outpost still held by her people.
Looking around her the sight caused her heart to sink. The coldness that wrapped the spymistress could in no way prepare her for the cries. She knew that the Forsaken had chosen not to spare Woman, Man, nor Child in Ashenvale, but to see it laid out so plainly before her, a father weeping over his lost daughters, a child calling out for her An’do, it caused her ears to wilt as she looked away.
-BEEP-
“Commander” a voice called over the small intercom “We’ve lost another contingent of sentinels near the norther ridge of the Glaive” there was a long pause as Alnarra’s hand went to her ear, trying to drown out the cries of the dying and injured behind her as she frowned deeply
“Commander, how did we miss this?” the voice asked calmly
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered in response going to sit down gently trying to catch her breath, glancing occasionally to a small Kaldorei girl, a stuffed saber in her hand, one of the little button eyes barely attached, soaked in Kaldorei blood. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak, she did not cry, she seemed to simply stare at the little stuffed saber
“There are no answers there little one” she whispered to herself coughing a bit as she wiped more blood from her lips. Rolling her eyes she went to stand, placing her hand upon her side, calling upon her druidic magic to quickly stabilize the various wounds she had sustained. While she was certainly not in perfect condition, at the very least it returned to her the ability to fight and right now that was what her people needed more then anything else.
Beyond all that she could not stand to look at this huddled group of Kaldorei, to listen to the screams and cries of her people, civilian and soldier alike. It had been her charge to ensure that such a day never came, yet the day was upon her and she had failed… utterly.
They were confident that the horde scouts near Ashenvale were nearly to determine where their current forces were, to see them launch a brutal full assault upon Astannar, sweeping up every outpost and village in their path was beyond unexpected, and their brutality knew no bounds.
The casualty count was still spilling in, and even then the numbers of those missing seemed to only grow greater by the very minute. Sighing softly she took on her feline form, stepping into the all too familiar forest, now heavy with the smell of blood, smoke, and gunpowder. Coughing gently she climbed into a nearby tree, staring outwards towards the area that only moments ago had been the front line. The Darnassian navy in it’s full might had been recalled, but even they may not be capable of preventing this onslaught.
It seemed the Horde were almost more endless then the legion itself and the remainder of the Alliance forces would not arrive in nearly enough time. As she gave a frustrated growl the skies themselves seemed to open up, a torrent of rain beating down upon the land, as if nature herself was crying over the havok that lay before.
Growling in frustration, even amongst the endless waves of rain the small communications device in her ear continued to ring. Sentinel units calling for aid, druids reporting their injured and dead, her own unit reporting that yet another location had been compromised by overwhelming numbers. Her claw reached out and slashed at the bark of the tree, letting out a defeated sigh before shaking her head. Stopping in an impossible situation wasn’t really her strong suit and nothing about that was changing today.
Roaring she made her way down the tree, if her people were to be pushed back into the depths of their homelands, they would not do so without a fight. The horde would soon learn the ferocity of the Great Kaldorei Empire, be made to understand why it’s people ruled all of Azeroth for nearly 5000 years, be forced to fight the great warriors of the night.
And so back into the fray the druidess ran, showing any orc, Tauren, Goblin, Troll or forsaken the true meaning of the Night Warrior’s grace. If nature was going to shed tears over the blood of the fallen, she wished to ensure the majority of those fallen were her enemies.
“This is the commanding officer of Section 28. You are authorized to use any and all available resources at your disposal. Do not hold back until the Horde are driven from these lands. For the glory of the Kaldorei Empire!” she called out over the coms, roaring into battle, a battle that would surely stain these grounds for years to come.
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