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The Mage stared at me with astonishment as I growled at him; letting him know that I meant buisness. Galan was just a few feet away, running as fast as he could to join us.

I jumped off the Mage to allow Galan the chance to attack. The Mage tried to get up, only to get knocked back down as Galan whammed into him. Laughing, I trotted around them numerous times as the Horde tried to wrench free, he did eventually by using Frost Nova and freezing Galan and I in place.

The Mage sprang to his feet, blinked a few feet away, and went on the offensive, attacking us again. He used his fire attacks this time, casting Pyroblast and Fireball at us. Pyroblast hit Galan and he cried in pain as the fire burned at his fur. I was hit with the Fireball and yelped before breaking out of the Frost nova.

I Feral Charged him with utter resentment. I got to the Mage but he blinked again, leaving me away from him.

Galan broke free finally and dashed toward the Mage. The Mage fired a frostbolt at him, slowing Galan, but he quickly changed into Travel form, breaking free of the slow, and swapped back into Cat Form before pouncing and biting the Mages arm.

I watched Galan for a few seconds and ran to join him, tackling the Mage to the ground.

This time, with both of us on him, the Mage couldn't get up or cast a spell because we'd constantly stun, bite, claw, and smack him. Green blood oozed from his wounds as the Undead tried to scream for help.

Suddenly, the Troll that we had seen earlier went charging from the building and yelling at us. "No! Don't please! Don't kill em! He be only here ta help me!"

Galan and I paused, glaring at the low geared Troll, we didn't get off of the Mage.

"Please mon! He's me friend, we only here to get me gear!"

I could taste the Undeads blood in my mouth, it was disgusting, and it dripped from my fur around my mouth which seemed to frighten the Troll more than anything. I looked at Galan to see what he thought about keeping the Undead alive, his face was stained green with it's blood and he nodded at me to let the Undead live.

"Fine Troll," I growled slightly and pulled away from the Mage, "You get your wish." Galan joined me and we allowed the Undead to get up.

Blood was dripping from all the spots we had gotten him, enough that we thought that he'd just plain die of bleeding out. The Mage took a few wobbly steps toward his friend but collasped to the ground and groaned in agnoy. The Troll grabbed hold of the Mage and dragged him back toward the building he had been hiding in, "Thank ya."

Galan dropped his ears back and peered at me, "That was short-lived"

I didn't reply, I changed into Night Elf form and healed myself and then Galan, our wounds disappeared and I changed back into Cat form. I highly doubted that the Undead would live considering what we had done to it, if a small army of Horde came soon then they could possibly save his life, but that was a low chance.

We had sat in Grom'Gal Base Camp for about thirty minutes now, there were several low geared Horde running in and out of the base, almost all of them were eyeing us as they walked in after seeing their wounded comrads on the ground, and others would walk up to us and test us to see if we'd kill them.

There was a Orc Hunter who had walked up to me and commanded his pet to attack, I couldn't help but laugh as I pushed his Lashtail Raptor away and grinned in amusement, low gears couldn't do much for damage or protection for that matter, so I didn't attack, just let the Orc have his fun.

Eventually he got bored and turned to get back to his quests. I was surprised to see that most of the wounded Vendors had found the strength to get up and carry the more seriously injured ones to the buildings, including Commander Aggro'gosh.

'I bet they're calling for reinforcements by now. It's been too long and people are already on their feet.' I didn't like how the other low gears didn't really care about their wounded fellow Horde, some did, but most didn't and left the base to do who knows what.

Whenever one of the Horde would take the Zeppelin to Orgrimmar I would grow tense and urge Galan to leave, but when no reinforcements came, we just sat back and guessed that no one was sending help.

Sighing, I turned to look back at the buildings and then back to the middle of the camp with the bonfire. Galan was lying down on one of the logs surrounding it, I walked up to him and joined him.

Grom'Gal wasn't very exciting today. As the hours ensued I thought it was time to leave, "Galan." I said quietly still lying on the log next to the fire.

"Yes?" He answered back, he sounded just as bored and sleepy as me.

"We should leave now, it's been to long for anyone to come to their aid now, I guarantee that Mage is dead and most of those vendors would be close to death with the wounds they still have." I grumbled and stood up looking at one of the exits. From somewhere in the distance I could hear Horde yelling to one another in their native tongue, although I ignored it. I walked right up to Galan and nudged him a bit, "Come on Galan."

He took a deep breath, yawned, and stood up, "Fine, let's go." He sounded rather disappointed. I understood why, I had been hoping for a giant battle just as much as he had, but apparently, we didn't get what we had wanted.

We proceeded to leave the camp to wander back to our mounts. That's when I heard a sound I didn't like, a roar of pain, I looked at Galan, my ears poking up and aiming in the direction the sound had come from. Galan's ears did the same and we both started to race toward the sound.

To our dismay we found multiple high geared Horde attacking our Mounts.

"Levo! Forest!" I shrieked in fear at the sight of them being beaten.

Galan swapped into bear form, preparing to charge into the group, "Koba, Arlin! Attack them!" He ran as fast as he could into the Horde. His mounts did as ordered and tried to turn on the Horde, biting and scratching at them.

I prowled and followed behind Galan, ready to pounce on the first one to turn and attack.

A Troll Warrior was the one to turn, leaving the mounts behind to attack a honorable oppenent. "Com' on mon!" He challenged and then called to his group in the Horde language.

They all turned and charged, Galan would be overwhelmed without my help. He was able to get a bite on the Warriors arm but had quickly fallen off as the others surrounded him, slicing at his fur and punching him across the face.

I pounced and knocked down the Warrior and quickly changed into Night Elf to heal Galan as much as I could, casting all the healing spells I knew, Rejuvenation, Regrowth, Nourish, and Healing touch. As I did so I leapt away from the Horde so they wouldn't attack me, if they couldn't kill Galan then they'd go for the weaker one, the healer.

I wouldn't be able to keep my healing up forever because druids had something called "mana" that only allowed them to cast spells that they had enough Mana for, if you ran out you'd have to rest or drink a potion to get the mana you need again. Unfortunately I was only trained in Feral Combat not Restoration, my healing wasn't as good as a Restroation Druid and I didn't have nearly as much Mana to keep my heals up forever.

Galan got back up, striking at his opponents again, able to hit one down and bash the other.

"Galan!" I yelled, healing him as much as I could, "Fall back for a second, so the others can join us!" Galan did as told and roared a furious growl at the Horde before slowly backing away to stand next to me. Our mounts quickly turned away to run behind us.

The Horde formed a line out in front of us, laughing, and growling, I could see now that there were five of them, the Troll Warrior, Troll Shaman, Orc Hunter, Blood Elf Paladin, and Tauran Deathknight.

There was no way we could take them on, the Shaman and the Paladin could heal his partners much better than I could heal Galan, and the others would do more damage to Galan than he could do to them. We were outnumbered and they overpowered us. I swallowed, feeling nervous for the first time in a long time. "Galan," I said quietly, "We should go, right now."

When Galan didn't reply I looked and saw him hanging his head down, swaying side to side a bit. "Oh no." I was about to Shadowmeld but was to late. I felt the Rogues daggers hit my back armor and I cried out in pain. I fell to the ground, stunned from both pain and surprise. I could feel the dagger repeatly stabbing me, I lay helpless on the ground, trying to scream and change into my bearform but it was hopeless, the rogue would just keep stunning me.

After Galan had broken away from the trance he had been in he turned and tried to help me, only to get charged by the remaining Horde.

'We're going to die.' I kicked my legs to try and attack the Rogue or other Horde, it only made things worse, I felt a stab to one of my knees, now tears ran down my face in anguish. 'We can't get out, there's too many! We're going to die! They're going to kill us!'

I screamed, horrified of the thought of being killed and brought up my hands to block the rogues attacks. It was only now that I realized that our mounts were trying to defend us, Levo was emitting flames from his mouth whenever the Horde tried to get close and he'd bash them to the side when they went for Galan again.

Arlin was roaring and hitting away the Horde with her head while Koba jumped and bit at them. ForestStalker was tackling and pinning them down before they could do anything.

The Rogue was on the ground now, bleeding as Koba scratched at him and knocked his daggers away.

I tried to get back up, it felt like my life was fading away from me, everything getting fuzzy and black dots covered my eyes, I tried to heal but I was to weak and dropped down onto my knees, clutching my wounds. I had several stab marks on my rib cage and multiple stabbs to my arms and back. I swayed side to side, my head spinning and vision becoming blurred with red.

"Kadarith!" I heard Galan scream, he was in pain to, I could tell from his voice, the way he gasped at the end of the sentence and groaned in pain. I could see a blurr apporoaching me, struggling to walk, but then the blurr turned and walked the other way, toward something else. That's when I felt something grab me roughly and I felt my feet leave the ground as air brushed across my face.

I tried to open my eyes more to see what was happening, the ground was getting farther and farther away, the Horde were screaming and laughing, waving at us in a goodbye gesture.

Grunting, I glanced down to see a bright golden claw wrapped around my waist and another holding my arms. "Arlin..." I whispered quietly and let my eyes wander to find Levo, he was beside Arlin, ForestStalker laying on his back and Koba flying just under him. We had made it, we didn't die.

I closed my eyes, wanting to rest, 'But... Where's Galan?' I hadn't seen him riding Koba or Levo, maybe he was riding Arlin? I struggled to open my eyes and gave up when I couldn't, just let myself drift off.

I was pulled back into my fogged pit of subconscious, opening my eyes to blurry vision, I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned against the pain in my ribs and arms. It was freezing, when I opened my eyes again I could see how dark it was, the myriad stars loomed over in the sky as the moon overhead hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament.

Shivering, I put my hands into fists to try and warm them up, only to feel a soft fur and fingers gripping one of my hands, I looked and saw Galan, sleeping in his Worgan form, grasping my hand in his.

I tried not to "Aw" at him, feeling myself smile and blush. I looked away, knowing that if I did keep looking I'd end making the Aw sound anyway.

Lifting my head a bit I looked around my surroundings, Levo, Arlin, ForestStalker, and Koba where with us, sleeping of course, and from what I could see, we were on a large cliff on the side of a rocky mountain, I assumed it was the Redridge Mountains by Stormwind City, but it was unclear and hard to tell if it was.

Sticks were gathered and stacked against the rock wall and a few were near us, the sticks were crossed, like a camp fire, only it wasn't lit.

It took a few seconds to realize that the cliff was basically our camp for the night. The only thing we were missing was the actual pleasant heat of a fire.

I sighed, looking back at Galan, his hand was so warm on mine and I smiled at him again, even though he wasn't awake to see it, I wrapped my fingers around his hand before closing my eyes and allowing my body to rest once again.

'We made it Galan... I knew you wouldn't die... You couldn't...'