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Beneath thy Wings	By : gothkoneko Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Underneath thy Wings

Chapter two

It was not the welcoming sight that neither Kaijin nor the rest of the battalion were expecting. Just as they reached Warsong Hold it was empty but the sound of battle cries could be heard from near yonder. Instantly the cold, solid weight of Kaijin’s daggers were gripped in his hands, his body taunt for action.

The scout Captain Kleer had sent ahead came rushing back shouting, “Kvaldir’s!” He panted. “On the shoreline they are attacking in masses!” He pointed towards the shore where the huts were. “Hellscream’s men are being cut off from the waiting ships and are falling fast sir!”

The Captain’s face went grim, they had to act fast. He turned around and addressed the waiting men, “Men we face a grave situation.” He said, “We must give Garrosh’s men a path to those ship’s otherwise we ourselves will not make it home.” Kleer unsheathed his blade, raising it to the air and with a roar, “Lok’tar Ogar!”

With a battle cry the battalion rushed down to the blood splattered shores, their boots thudding heavily on the frozen ground, mail armor groaning and clinking. The Kvaldir never knew what hit them.

Gromjil and Kaijin lead the Rogues to ambush the Kvaldir to teeter them off guard and off the beaten Warsong Hold men as Captain Kleer let the upfront melee attack head on while the bow men took their places on the hill.

Kaijin’s blades sank deep into the rotting flesh of the Kvaldir poised to finish off a heavily wounded troll. Bracing his foot against the back of the Kvaldir he yanked his blades out to parry off an incoming attack from another one. His daggers scraped against the Kvaldir’s axe as he whirled around like a savage beast trying to take down the human. With a blur of speed Kaijin managed to get behind the brut for he was too slow to react as his blades cut through his neck on either side, letting out a gurgled cry and spray of foul blood in the air before the being evaporated into dust and rags.

Gromjil kicked aside one of the ghosts, his blades plunging in deep in the side of another’s side as he ducked out of the fray. The Troll stabbed another lunging Kvaldir in the throat, dodging the axe effortlessly. He could see Kaijin from the corner of his eye dodging off four of the foul beings, his eyes glowing eerily in the fog.

The archers were trying their best to quell the never-ending stream of Kvaldir’s as more and more came off the boats to assist their brethren. Their arrows rained from the sky quick and fast as they pierced, wounded and killed the ghosts. Even some screamed in pain as their rags were a lit with fire and then pierced with more arrows.

The stench of blood and death was thick in the air as they battled these false ghosts. Cries of battle and death echoed deep in the fog, the clash of blades rang strong and true. The Kvaldir’s were over taking them though. The archers have been out of ammunition and have long joined the battle and Captain Kleer had rendezvous with Hellscream and Bloodhoof.

Sweat dripped down from Kaijin’s forehead evading another attack and successfully killing his attacker down. He was long winded and sore. There was just no end in sight. Too many were wounded and they were all far and divided.

A horn bellowed low in the fog. He didn’t recognize it however the voice of the Captain and a few other rang out in the mist. “To Garrosh Landing men!” He heard the shout. “Retreat to the Great Hall!”

Kaijin and Gromjil ran. They joined with the remaining group in the hall, panting as a Tauren grabbed a tabled and barricaded the entrance of the hall with it. More people were coming down with crates and using them to block the door more.

They were trapped.

A loud clang startled the human and a few other warriors as they began to huddle around the center of the room. Choruses of cheers from a few and more bewildered looks from others as grenades were handed out to as many people as they could muster. Kaijin grinned; his had palming the cold metal ball that was a grenade in his hand. Now they had a fighting chance.

The world around them exploded as soon as the Tauren dropped the table and the Orcs threw opens the doors. They all lunged into battle once again, throwing the grenades into the cluster of Kvaldir’s as they ran towards the shore. As they reached the shore wounded were being boarded onto a few skiff’s and were boarded onto the ship as they defended them till they were all safe aboard.

Kaijin jumped into one of the skiff’s, tossing his grenade at a approaching group. The sound of flesh and bone shattering and exploded echoed in the mist. He took aim with his gun and shot whatever came close to the skiff till they boarded. Kaijin’s head snapped to the side as he heard the resounding splintering of wood and a chorus of explosions from the Kvaldir’s ship direction. The Mannoroth’s Bones had critically destroyed their ship as they began to set off into the open ocean the burning ship becoming distant in the fog.

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Kaijin bandaged the last of the wounded up, standing up he stretched long as his body was sore and ached from battle. He was feeling quite tired for they haven’t had a real rest since coming to Warsong Hold. He strides up the stairs with grace of a feline and emerged to the deck. The sun was hiding in the clouds and the water roared as it sped through the gloomy sea.

He leaned forward on the rail of the ship staring out into ocean the sea laden wind stinging his cheeks where some faint cuts were. He listened to the crew and men chatter. From the corner of his eye he spotted only who could only be Garrosh Hellscream – for he was the only brown skin orc around – and Cairne Bloodhoof talking. He knew it was rude to eavesdrop but alas he was a curious bugger.

Garrosh turned sharply away from Cairne looking less then pleased. The old bull walked away to the hold below also looking less then pleased. An argument? Well who was he kidding; Garrosh wasn’t exactly the nicest person around.

The tension above was beginning to become a little too stifling for Kaijin’s taste however, below wouldn’t have fared any better with a mad cow down there. Dilemma, dilemma. He looked towards the captains deck, nope didn’t look to viable. The captain looked rather busy with his own shipmates and the last thing he learned was to get a Troll captain mad or get in the way.

With a soft, defeated sigh he headed towards the stairs to the hold. Better to be productive then a sitting ninny. Trying his best to walk past Garrosh with as little sound as possible he was one step down before a large brown hand heavily laid on his shoulder. Well so much for trying to avoid conflict. Kaijin inwardly groaned as he turned to face Garrosh.

“Yes sir?” He asked in his best polite voice.

Garrosh was looking him over intensely making Kaijin a little uncomfortable. He noticed Garrosh’s eye settling on his chest where the Horde signia was stitched on it. The brown orc eyes narrowed, his hand gripping the leather where the signia was and pulling him forward slightly.

“I think you have some explaining to do little human.” He said low and firmly, “As to why a pink skin is wearing the Horde signia on his breast.”

“Well I guess saying that I’m a Bloodelf with short ears won’t cut it eh?”

Both of Garrosh’s hands were gripping his shirt and hurled him against the stairwell’s wall making Kaijin wince in discomfort. “I’m not going to ask twice human!” Garrosh growled.

Biting his tongue figuratively he replied, “I wear the signia because I am part of the Horde, sir.”

Garrosh slammed the human against the wall again. “What a filthy lie that is!” The Orcs face was getting very close to Kaijin’s, snarling menacingly at him. “More like an Alliance spy!”

“If I was an Alliance spy,” The human said, “Why would I try to save you and your men?”

Kaijin wasn’t expecting Garrosh to give a roar of laughter. “Save?” He sneered. “I believe it was I who saved my men not you.”

“Hence why I said ‘tried’.”

His body lurched forward as Garrosh’s fist dug into his soft belly, his breath exhaled sharply on the impact. ‘Me and my big mouth.’ Kaijin thought ruefully. The Orc grabbed Kaijin by the back of the neck hauling him down the stairs and into the secondary storage hull.

Garrosh shut the door as he threw the boy down with a resounding thud not letting go of his neck. Garrosh wanted the truth even if he had to rip it from the humans tongue by force. Without much effort he lifted the human and slammed him face first into the nearest wooden wall.

“What’s your mission pink skin?” He questioned.

Kaijin groaned. He could feel the wet, warm blood from his lip dripping down his chin. “To report back to Orgimmar.” He rasped.

Most definitely not the answer Garrosh wanted to hear for the next thing Kaijin knew another fist connected to his kidney’s, his body reeled forward in pain but didn’t cry out in pain. It was a sticky predicament to be in because if he tried to escape that would just further convince Garrosh he was indeed an Alliance spy however, he didn’t like being a punching bag either.

Kaijin gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. The urge to kill this over righteous buffoon was growing stronger with every hit he took. He was trying his best to fight his internal instincts and training to wretch away and rip his head clean off. If someone didn’t stop Garrosh, there was going to be a very dead Garrosh splattered all over the wall….

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