Author: Erusi
Thunderbrew Distillery,
Kharanos,
Eastern Kingdoms.
Three weeks ago.
“Another three
please.” Aevah raised a finger towards the bartender and then to
her newly emptied mug. She slid a few silvers towards the other side
of the bar and smiled, her hair didn’t have the best of appearances
since her helmet’s removal when they entered. She clasped all three
by their handles and headed back to her table.
“Combat training with
the dwarves is quite unique.” Peacekeeper Gahdoan sipped at the new
drink and leant back, the chair creaking beneath him. He raised the
glass with a grin at the bartender and then nodded at Aevah. “But
this...this is something else.”
“I know right!”
Provisioner Hahfmood smiled from tentacle to tentacle at the sip,
“It’s something to do with the hops they use.”
“It tastes like they
use their steam engine fuel instead of water.” Aevah grimaced, but
sipped anyway. “It’s a good job we’re not needed until tomorrow
morning, I feel I may need this time to clear my he-.”
The distillery rocked
hard at the sound of an explosion outside; by the thundering of the
walls and the vibration in their chests it seemed as if it was right
outside. “Armour up!” Hahfmood barked, grabbing his hammers.
Gahdoan lifted up his his mace and shield from the floor and Aevah
grabbed her swords. They went for the door to be met by a wall of
fire, Gahdoan raised his shield and jammed the base into the ground.
Instinctively the other two ducked behind him to both hold him steady
and protect themselves against the fire.
“I think not!” Came
the cry from the other side as the infernal took a harpoon through
the chest and was dragged backwards. It’s reaction was nigh on
priceless as it took a series of cannon blasts from the Kharanos
defenders before falling to pieces. The three Draenei spread out onto
the road and began assaulting the smaller demons with a flurry of
blades, maces and skill.
“Incomi-” Came the
cry from a dwarf who buckled under one of the showering fel meteors.
His garbled cry drew the crowd’s eyes upwards to the ferocious
sight of impending doom. Demons blessed with the ability to fly came
swooping down towards them, clasping at defenders, dragging them into
the sky and then tossing them back towards the ground below.
“Gahdoan, Hahfmood,
sky-toss now!” Aevah dropped her swords and ran for the pair as
they grasped at either end of Gahdoan’s shield. She leapt up onto
it and in one well-practice move was thrown upwards, at the peak she
leapt from the shield into the air, arms extended. The momentum of
the falling dwarf forced her into a mid air roll as she caught him.
Wrapping herself around him she hit the ground hard, but tensed up to
take the blow herself. At the end of the roll she pushed him away,
winced to her hooves and hobbled back to her weapons. To her dismay,
for the one she had saved, four were not. Gahdoan had caught a gnome
in one hand, but Hahfmood had fumbled and missed catching a human, he
looked down in dismay at the crumpled corpse that lay near his left
foot. “We cannot defend against this.” He added.
Aevah spun, tossing one
of her swords out; pinning a Fel Bat against one of the roof barrels
of the Thunderbrew Distillery. It let it’s prey go onto the roof
and the dwarf dropped to the roof with a sigh of relief, Aevah
huffed, she clearly wasn’t getting her sword back anytime soon.
“Ironforge must be sending reinforcements!” She shouted towards
Gahdoan, “Can you see anything?”
He dropped his
engineering visor down and looked towards the mountain.
“Reinforcements are on the way!” He flipped the visor up and
clapped his mace and shield on an incoming imp. “We need to hold
on.”
To be continued...
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