World Of Warcraft One Shot

Your boots sank as you ran through the blood-soaked mud and tried your best to avoid stepping on your deceased brothers and sisters-in-arms that lay strewn and bloodied amongst the wildflowers and tall, corrupted grass.

The battlefield became a homogenous hum of clashing bitter steel and war cries as the forces of good and evil fought in an everlasting battle of attrition for the undecided fate of Azeroth.

"You fight well... for a sell-sword." King Anduin smirked before turning to deal a further devastating strike to an orc that had broken through the frontline defences, your time spent as his second in command had been a time of strong bonds and unbreakable trust.

"A sell-sword?" You protested. "I will have you know that since my recruitment I have been nothing but a hero." You turned back to see the powerful mages who pumped out various elementals of raw primal power in a bid to combat the warlock's soldiers pulled from the twisting nether.

"I must admit." Anduin charged forward, leading a platoon of men and women hurtling towards the enemy. "I am proud of you, not every - soldier of fortune is capable of - rising through the ranks as quickly as you have." He spoke in between the thundering clash of sword and war-axe on shield. He lifted his arm slightly, giving you just enough space to aim your bow in between the gap and strike one of the Banshee Queen's countless risen soldiers.
"Thank you your highness, I have had a valiant mentor." A round of conjured missiles whistled through the sky and landed just shy of you, sending chunks of mud, debris and flesh cascading down onto you and your fellow soldiers but giving all of you the chance for a few much-needed minutes of respite.

"I don't know how much more the Alliance can take. Every fight costs gold and soldiers that we just don't have." Anduin spoke low and quietly, everybody was already beaten, bruised and tired beyond compare, the last thing they needed was the demoralisation of an unhopeful leader.

"We'll get through, we all will."

"For every one of their soldiers that falls, three are risen by the Banshee but we've already bled the Eastern Kingdom's dry."

"We have nothing to fear."

"You're right, as long as we can get even a few that are as valiant, skilled and honourable as you are this war will be over before the year is through."

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Written by Aaron