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Asinity:

Asinity latched onto the death knight's hand, and with all of his strength, lifted himself up to stand before Lennek. Wicked shafts of saronite arrows stuck out from his sternum, near the weak points above his elbows, and one near the top of his thigh. Panting heavily, he eyed Lennek as the man spoke a single word.

"You were too far out..." Asinity spoke plainly, but strained with gritted teeth at his wounds. "I've...fought them before. Four would have been too many, even you know that, my friend."

The Paladin's eyes fell upon Aethroc for a moment, but he shook his head. I need to get these arrows out first, he thought. His gaze returned to Lennek.

Jonas:

Jonas watched Asinity break out away from the fight out ahead. He took in a deep breath for a moment, attempting to glide on the air to catch up. A club struck him in his chest and made him exhale the air he had built up in his lungs. "********!" he coughed and sputtered to catch his breath, raising his weapon defensively. He blocked the subsequent blow, slowing it sufficiently to get out of the way. I have to catch up to that daft fool... Jonas thought. The glint of steel caught Jonas' attention, it was a fallen crusader's sword approaching fast on his fleshy bits. He threw his left hand out and presented his wrist to the sword. The blade cut through leather but the distinct clang of metal could be heard. He flicked his wrist and pushed the sword away. Both fallen crusader and Vargul raised their weapons. Jonas lowered his.

A deep breath.

Their weapons met open air. Jonas removed the knife from it's sheath under his armor. He dug it deep into where the crusader's spine attached to it's skull and raised a leg to kick the skeleton while he pulled and wrenched on the knife to make the skeletal crusader come undone. "-s**t-!" Jonas ducked low, nearly falling on his face to avoid the Vargul's club. Over his head he heard arrows fly; the Vargul grunted. He slid the knife in his grip up to get a hold of the blade. He popped back up to his feet and threw the knife. His weapon met it's mark and lodged into the creature's eye.

Somewhere behind him he heard someone shout, "Down!" and, true to the command. Jonas dropped as another volley of arrows flew over him and into the Vargul. Jonas sucked in a sharp breath; the scourged Vrykul swung it's club down at Jonas' prone position. He slid through the air and found himself now standing on the shoulders of a bent over Vargul. His free hand clenched the knife, twisted, and pulled. His sword hand stabbed at the back of the creature's neck until it began to stick in. Feet on cross tree and hands on knife he pushed and pulled on sword and knife respectively. Another volley pounded the creature. They both fell. As he hit the snow his only thought was, I have to catch up to Asinity. Several moments passed and then a second thought occurred to him as he got to his feet. I should probably retrieve my weapons, huh.

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Vanir rode hard and fast on his white warhorse; it's golden glow streaking behind the two of them as he tore across the frozen fields. He was late, but he wasn't going to miss the fight altogether. He frowned deeply, he saw the Scourge already advancing on the crusader's on the ridge and he was on the other side. He would have to fight from the back end and pray the entire crowd didn't turn around. His horse reared, Vanir drew his sword and shield from his back and rode hard.

He happened upon Asinity and Lennek and brought his horse to a halt. The diminutive paladin dismounted and ran towards Asinity and the Death Knight. He dropped down to a knee in the snow and laid his sword and shield onto the ground. "Asinity!" He glanced to the Death Knight before turning his attention again to the Paladin. "Hold still--give me some room, Knight. I--I can do this." Vanir gulped and held his hands out over Asinity. He clenched and relaxed his hands a couple of times as the Light began to gather around his fingertips at first, and then his entire hands. He held his hands out over one of the arrow wounds and the light intensified. It poured down into the wound and, slowly, the arrow lifted from his flesh as if it were of it's own accord. He did this again, and again, until all of his wounds were healed. Vanir whispered softly, "That should do it...are you okay, Mr. Asinity...?"

Jet:

The Death Knight gave the newly arrived Paladin a cold glare momentarily before stepping back. He used the time to tend to his own wounds. Lennek yanked out any arrows protruding from his armour or his flesh, or snapping off the shaft when they were too deep to pull out, figuring he'd find a solution later. He wasn't too concerned. Retrieving his axe from its discarded place on the ground, he hefted it back into its cradle on his back.
Frigid gaze spanning the battlefield as he motioned for his charger to come around to his side, the young Knight knew this day was far from over. Placing a foot into one stirrup, he lifted himself up into the saddle in one fluidl motion that belied the throbbing aches and pains that crowded his body. In fact, he welcomed the pain - it helped him feel alive. Shards of ethereal suffering piercing his flesh to remind him of his choices; the mistakes of his own volition in a physical manifestation.

For the first time ever, he had to reign in the Deathcharger. It baulked, confused, and nearly reared on him. It wanted to charge into the fray headlong, to get lost in the chaos of battle, killing anything in its path that was scourge. So did Lennek.
But no, he would stay with Asinity. To ensure, the Knight told himself, that the dumb Paladin did not wedge himself into any more irretreivable messes.

Still scanning the sepulchral carnage completely surrounding them, Lennek's gaze caught on a cluster of bones and rotting flesh. They were not marching; Indeed, they seem preoccupied by something, but I cannot see any-- His thoughts were interrupted by the bloom of fire within the midst of the scrambling creatures, followed by ribbons of purest darkness thrashing at one of the skeletons' limbs. Some finger-wagglers were being overtaken. It looked like most of the group had already been cut down. From his vantage point, he saw a terrified spellthrower backpedalling from the bestial advance of the aggressive scourge.

"There!" He shouted, with a brief point, before his mount charged straight for the fight. He did not slow it this time.
Freeing his weapon, he shifted his weight off the animal's back into a single stirrup, holding the saddle's pommel with his left hand and wielding the axe in the other, balancing on one side of the horse even as it plunged towards the skirmish. The Deathcharger crashed straight through the middle of fray, running down a ghoul or two in its path. Lennek leaned forward, planted his free foot on the flank of his charger behind him, and leapt from the stirrup. He swung his axe forward with some starting momentum, simultaneously pushing off with the planted foot, giving him an angled spin. The double bladed axe became a whirling storm of death. He felt bones crack and split, flesh cleave and bodies crumple under the horrendous onslaught, fueling the fire of his soul.
Landing in a tri-plant, he hefted axe onto his free shoulder and looked up. Despite the fact that the cluster of angered scourge was now clamboring for a chance to beat him down, he was grinning.

Zevron:

Tyranithos had forgotten how useful his contraptions were, as he quickly decapitated two undead warriors in front of him with his old creation. The greatsword, despite being old, shone with a silver hue. Stopping for a moment, Tyranithos looked around the battlefield, he noticed Lukein charging with zeal. A small grin came across Tyr's face as he looked around for his trusted squire. His eyes locked on the place where he last saw her, only a couple of bone piles lay now. Good, Tyr thought, she must be holding her own

The Blood Knight turned his attention back towards the ensuing battle, as Lukein joined again guarding his back. Skeleton after skeleton came charging, quickly falling to dust before Tyr's might.
A sudden shreak came from somewhere to the side of him. Eyes darting, he saw Aelwyn implaed through the chest on the blade of a Death Knight, his laughter cackling throughout the battlefield.

"No!" Tyranithos yelled, already rushing towards the scene. His rage swelled green orbs locked dead on the Death Knight as he hacked and slashed a path of destruction, none were left in his wake, save the young paladin trying desperately to keep up.

"Aelwyn!" he called, "Aelwyn!" each call getting more and more desperate. Batting away the undead between him and the Death Knight as if they were nothing, he called one final time "Aelwyn!". Now he was close enough, he could see the young girl was still breathing. The Death Knight heald up a glowing hand, no doubt ready to finish off the incapacitated paladin.

No time to think, Tyr flung his greatsword at the unsuspecting scourge knight, hitting him in the chest, knocking him back. Tyranithos dove to catch the impaled woman as the Death Knight dropped his runeblade.

"Aelwyn, listen to me" Tyr wraped his arms around her, his plated hand holding up her head. "Stay with me, just hold on....." he fought back tears as he began trying desperately to heal her.

The Scourge surrounded them.

"Sir Tyranithos..." Lukein began "They are trapping us in" Lukein stood, back to Tyr, holding the Shield up, keeping the disarmed Death Knight at bay. The young boy's words fell on deft ears.

"Aelwyn.." he could hardly keep his eyes open and it took all his strength to keep the tears at bay

"Its okay Master......I served the light and tried my best...." she coughed up blood onto Tyr's breastplate.

"That you did.....You served the light well....." He wanted to say more but that is all his raging mind would let escape. She looked into his eyes and smiled as they glazed over, no more breath in her lungs.

Tyranithos was stuck in that moment, he couldn't bear it any more, a flood gate of tears came pouring out, everything went silent.

Holding as many back as he could, Lukein turned to face Tyr. "Sir....What are we going to do." The undead army slowly trapping the Knights, growing closer and closer.

"Drop the shield" came Tyr's quieted voice.

Lukein was caught off guard. "Sir?"

"Drop the shield!" he shouted once more, still on the ground holding the lifeless body of the woman who used to be his squire.

Lukein immediately let go of the shield as it slamed into the earth infront of him. Death was closing in on them.

Tyranithos stood. "You take her, That is your only duty." his eyes still blood shot and wet. "Get her body safely back to camp and don't look back." he bowed his head and closed his eyes.

Only a scant few moment passed as the army of undead were all but a step away. Tyr opened his eyes and they radiated holy energy. Spewing forth from his eye sockets and enveloping his whole body, it surged with the warm embracing energy of the light. Golden shining wings broke out the back of his breastplate, large and bright enough for everyone in the battle to see. Tyranithos's body curled inward and then a second later exploded as a blast of holy energy surged forward out of him in every direction, laying waste to hundreads of lesser undead in a large radius.

The battle seemed to stop. Tyranithos stood, his wings wide, eyes glowing with immense power and body crackling with holy energies. He motioned his head for Lukein to hurry and go. His eyes locked on the Death Knight, his body seething with pain from the blast, however still standing, disarmed gazing at Tyranithos with unhuman eyes.

"Nice move, however you failed to finish me off." the Death Knight cackled in his icy cold tone.

Tyr's eyes narrowed glaring at the monster before him. He opened his mouth as he let out the most devious phrase Tyranithos Sunstriker had ever spoken.

"I was saving you for last"

Tyranithos began running full speed at the warrior infront of him his full plate armor seemeing weightless. The Death Knight started throwing bolt after bolt of sickly green shadow magic directly at Tyr, however they all bounced off as Tyr closed the distance between them. He reached up grabbing the cold undead neck of his adversary, with near god-like strength lifted him off the ground.

"What.....Are you.." The Death Knight managed to say.

Tyr looked at him, his glowing orbs shining brightly as he boldly and confidently opened his mouth.

"I am a shining beacon of hope in this dark abysmal fight, I am savior, I am vanquisher, the envoy of The Light, but above all I am Tyranithos Sunstriker, and I am your end."

His free hand balled into a fist as the holy energy surrounding him gathered into one glow, encompassing his fist, as he cocked back his fist and swung.

This one's for you Aelwyn

A blinding light exploded from the scene as his fist made contact to the Death Knight's head. Once it cleared Tyranithos stood, drained of all energy, as he dropped the headless body of what used to be his foe.

Tyranithos collapsed to the ground, his last thought was of Aelwyn's smiling face.

Asinity:

From within the lines of the Scourge, Asinity saw the glowing wings of Tyranithos against the rotting darkness surrounding him. A look back to Lennek, and Asinity raised his voice as loudly as he could.

"Lennek, Sunstriker is in trouble! I will join with him!" He started, and turned to Vanir. "Go where you're needed the most, Warden! I go to Tyranithos, you may follow if you wish."

Asinity flexed his right hand for a moment, tendrils of Light rising from his gauntlet like golden steam. With a nod of approval, he raised his greathammer and charged through the ranks again, this time towards his fellow Paladin. This sortie through the Scourge ranks was as easy as the first, albeit shorter than the last. Both the ranks of the Scourge and the Argent Crusade had thinned significantly, and a few commanders had been killed on each side. The disarray of battle was everywhere; lines were out of formation, broken spirits led to frenzied retreats, and lone warriors stood cutting down swathes of their enemies.

For this Paladin's part, Asinity fought well on his own, especially since he was behind his enemy. The spines of the Scourge were bare and unarmored to him, and his fervor was enflamed again as the weakness of his enemies to his own strength became evident to him. He had blessed Aethroc with the Light before his charge, so that if its sheer force did not end his enemies, their weakness to its magical effects would. I'll need all I can get if I'm to reach him in time, he thought.

Craning his neck during a brief respite in his charge, he saw Tyranithos in combat with a death knight, his wings still alive and glowing. Light, so many are still in his service. For a moment he also glimpsed Lukein, and smiled at the boy's fortune. He would have to get to them fast, he knew.

Eniki:

Eniki stayed in the back, behind the charge, but his reach was far. The frost-haired priest had lost contact with the shadow aspect of himself, but the Light had not abandoned him. His hands raised the moment the first charge began and words of prayer came unbidden, automatically to his lips. He had lost Rynn somewhere in the din, but kept warily on the lookout for her. Holy Light rolled off of him in waves, as if suddenly the battlefield had become an ocean. He did not concern himself with its direction or who it targeted, the Light would know, find those most wounded and soothe them.

As the battle raged on, he edged closer to the action. A holy shield protected him and made his stark visage even more so against the snow. He closed his eyes, his hands out and began to spin slowly in a circle, lips moved constantly as he washed fighter after fighter in Light. In that moment, for Eniki Duskshadow, the world stood still, the seconds ticked down to eons, as the Light flowed through him, used him as its conduit to keep those that fought around him, those that fought for the Light, alive.

Jet:

Bones rained from the air. The blood-soaked earth further pummeled with shards of ice, chunks of misshaped sinew, and gnarled, osseus snags hacked into bits.

And still the Knight did not slow.

Frosted blade a blur, Lennek did not linger in any position long enough to be touched by a weapon of the indolent scourge, his axe brutally severing any resistance it met. With the assistance of a few bone-shattering kicks from his Deathcharger, the cluster of undead around him was reduced to nothing but a macabre shrapnel in a matter of minutes.

Hunkered down low in a stance of readiness, his gelid gaze swept the immediate area looking for more foes to sate his unquenchable battle thirst. He saw something humanoid stir, and nearly sliced its head off before realizing it was what was left of the cadre of spellcasters. What do you know, they're alive. Staring at them briefly, he met the gaze of one young Blood Elf girl wearing a robe of some kind. A small part of his mind railed against the horrid realized that he must have looked a beast - crouched low, axe slung defensively over one shoulder, breathing hard, covered with wounds and blood, the ground around him littered with the bones and rotting flesh of their enemies, and his eyes shining in preternatural, northern light. He dismissed the notion as truth; he looked as he was.

He snapped his head up as he heard a jeering battle howl, in time to see an axe falling at him with frightening speed. He ducked his shoulder and rolled to the opposite side, barely pulling away with his arm still attached to his body. Furious, he rose to see a Troll Death Knight come about with her axe, and point it at him.

"Ya be in mah way, mon!" She taunted, then motioned rudely at the few living struggling to their feet behind him, "Once ah be cuttin' ya pretty face in two, Ah be choppin' t'em t' bits, ya'know!" Her tusked maw split as she roared in laughter, the chilling sound laced with frozen death.

Lennek rushed her, snapping his axe about in a feint to the left, his real strike a frosted dagger of shorn ice closing at her other side. The Troll moved with impossible quickness, stepping back from the icicle as it dispersed back into floating, harmless runes, and batting aside his arm. Then she stepped close and headbutted him square in the face. Staggering backward, Lennek wiped the grime from his eyes and stared at her, the anger raising from him in almost palpable waves, his mouth twisted into a bared grimace. Wordlessly, she beckoned him with a hand, mockingly batting her eyelashes.

Growling with unrestrained rage, he charged again, swinging his axe down in a two-handed diagonal strike from his left, keeping his weight distrubuted evenly, ready to improvise. Inexplicably, she was suddenly outside his range to his right, chopping his arm with her own weapon. Her axe sunk deeply into his armour at the upper arm, shearing through most of the metal but stopping there. Lennek took the hit with a grunt, releasing the weapon with his right hand and side-stepped, snapping his elbow out to crash satisfyingly into her neck with bone-bruising force. Pressing his advantage, Lennek swung around the other way, spinning his axe with him and collecting momentum, driving his weapon upwards at her hips. Frantically, the troll lifted her weapon to parry. Runic weapons clashed with the sound of metal shrieking, and both angry gazes locked in a hushed moment of quiet stillness.

An explosion of sickly magic rent the air. Runes flew from the clash in every direction to dissolve into nothing, buffeting both Knights away from the tangle and deafening everyone around them momentarily. His opponent rose her weapon and stared in disebelief at a deep cleft that spanned half its head, rendering it useless. Her gaze shifted to him, unholy indignation flaring from gelid eyes.

"You!! Look't ya did!!"

The elf Knight paused to pull the ruined bracer from his arm, ignoring the blood dripping from the new wound, then grinned at her in silent triumph.

Suddenly, he perked an ear, hearing a familiar voice behind him. It was... Ser Asinity? Unable to resist, he turned around to see the young girl caster behind him looking down at an odd stone by her food, her green eye still wild with fear Had the voice come fr--

"Son of a b***h!!" Lennek swore in pain, turning back to see the other Death Knight actually biting into his exposed forearm. He planted a boot in her gut and gave a vicious push, tearing her from his arm painfully and unbalacing her enough to have her topple over backwards. "What in hell is wrong with you!?" He was inspecting the nasty-looking bitemarks on his arm, looking up in time to watch the other Knight running off, throwing colourful words of her own over her shoulder.

"Curse ya, mon! Ah be comin' for ya! Ya be watchin' ya back!"

Eyes charged with animosity, the Knight was about to run after her when a hand gripped his mangled forearm, the light touch alone lancing sparks of electric pain up his body.

"Ow! ********!" He spun, brandishing the weapon for half a moment.... to see the Sin'dorei girl standing there, staring at him with wide eyes.

"You n-n-need healing..." She looked up at him, her whole body visibly trembling with the effort of standing. "Asinity... he..." She paused and hoped that this new Death Knight was on their side and had heard what Lord Asinity has said.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder showed the other Death Knight to be long gone. "Fine, we go back." Glancing around, he found his charger nearby, gleefully stomping on still-wriggling bits of severed skeleton. At least it was still having fun. A brief flex of his power had the thing coming towards him in a trot. He spoke to the spellcaster without looking at her. "Need a ride?"