Beckyann dashed forward, her runeblade
extended in one hand, her other hand glowing with foul necromantic
energies. She brought the blade up high, her voice giving off an
echoing, eerie battle-cry that was taken up by the dozens of other
fighters around her as they charged the Horde lines at the Slagworks
in Tol Barad.
Beckyann jumped over a fallen body,
evidence of the fierce fighting that had already taken place at the
site. All around her the forces of the Alliance closed in on the last
remaining strong point in the Horde offensive. With a mighty roar and
the clash of metal, the two lines met as the Alliance plunged into
the waiting Horde lines, life and death playing out in seconds.
Beckyann felt an unusual throbbing
pulse racing weakly under her skin as she impaled a goblin on the end
of her runeblade, sweeping the weapon up to block the blow of an orc
warrior that was bearing down on her. With a grin, she hurled magic
into its face, a freezing cold gale forcing it back as she brought
her blade down to kill again. All around her, a swirling melee was
being fought as Horde and Alliance fighters traded blow for blow,
magic raining down on the fighting from both sides.
Making headway into the Horde position,
Beckyann cut down a tauren and whirled to find her next opponent,
coming face to face with a Sin'dorei fighter. The elf had two blades
which he whirled in a graceful display that would have left her
headless if she had not wisely stepped back into a defensive stance.
More Sin'dorei poured in around the first, and Beckyann suddenly
found herself facing a sea of red and gold armor with blonde and red
hair above it. She growled in anger, slashing with her blade and
lashing out with her magic as more Alliance fighters swarmed in
against the strong knot of elven fighters.
As Beckyann cut down one of the
warriors, a sudden flash of nearly blinding Light came down in front
of her, healing her opponent's wounds in seconds. Beckyann was forced
to hold her arm up to shield her face from the glow. The skin on her
face, upper arms, and upper thighs that was exposed began to redden
and blister like a bad sunburn. She spit once in annoyance, a glob of
black ichor coming from her mouth as she jabbed her runeblade
forward, impaling the newly healed elf and undoing the magic.
In a rage, she swept her blade around,
her eyes seeking the source of the Light and alighting upon a blonde
haired priestess that was standing on the steps of the main building
of the Slagworks, Light still glittering in her hands. Even as the
death knight watched, the Sin'dorei cast another spell, and flowing
Light came down to heal several of the wounded elves fighting in
front of Beckyann, forcing her to shield her face again.
“Damned Light workers,” Beckyann
muttered, beginning a chant under her breath. With her free hand she
pointed, reaching out with a tendril of dark magic to grasp at the
priestess. At the last second, a Sin'dorei Magister stepped between
the two and the magic wrapped around the poor elf instead, hurling
him back towards Beckyann.
Rage began to pound in Beckyann's skull
as she beheaded the spellcaster, throwing his body to the ground. The
desire to kill, the absolute pounding NEED to slay the priestess was
the only thing she could focus on. In the distance, a part of her
mind not consumed by rage vaguely made out the banners of more
Alliance groups storming the Horde position from the rear. The battle
was nearly over.
Beckyann was stunned out of the moment
by the shield of a Sin'dorei Blood Knight. The elf struck her several
more times, the Light dazzling her. In an absolute fury now, she
shouted out horrific words of power, necromancy flowing in the air
around her and a howling gale of deadly magic slicing into the elf.
His armor shredded from contact with the spell, his flesh following
suit as he was blasted into oblivion by her magic. Beckyann stepped
over his corpse, her eyes widening as she saw the glitter of a portal
on the steps of the building. Crude horns sounded from the Horde
lines as the retreat was called and the Horde offensive temporarily
gave up control of Tol Barad. Even as Beckyann raged, she watched the
core of Sin'dorei fighters fall back in orderly lines, the priestess
pausing to give one sorrowful look at her fallen people before
stepping into the portal and away from any potential vengeance.
And then the horde were gone, retreated
into portals, invisible, or simply fled. The battlefield fell silent.
For one moment, Beckyann managed to
retain her composure after being stymied in her efforts for revenge,
and then her control broke. The normally semi-pleasant looking
'woman' went into a frothing rage. She screamed up at the sky, the
noise containing no words except for never-ending anger and violence.
Her blade came down, hacking and tearing at the corpses of the
fallen, her magic slashing and mutilating their bodies.
Her fit went on for several minutes
before she had expended her rage, and when she was finished, she
looked up, blinking as she saw several of her allies looking at her
warily. She had broken her mask and revealed the creature she really
was, if only for a moment. She straightened up, flicking blood from
her runeblade and stepping over one of the mutilated bodies at her
feet. Sheathing her weapon, she offered the onlookers not an apology,
but a knowing smirk. Her hands came up, fixing her hair back into a
reasonable look as she glanced around at the remains of the many,
many dead.
“Oops,” she said before casually
strolling away. Those who had seen her outburst quickly gave her
space to walk between them as she left.
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