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Adventures of Illuminatus: Blackrock Foundry	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hans’gar and Franzok
Written to Take Me to Church by Hozier
The elevator took them down into the bowels of Blackrock Foundry, depositing them in a room that had two paths. They chose the one to the south and entered a wide room that had few enemies in it. At the opposite end of the room, though stood two massive orcs, each one staring at the intruders with smirks that promised pain and death if they continued any further. The smirks the two orcs had didn’t scare the warriors of Illuminatus. If anything, those expressions only made them that more determined to wipe the floor with their enemies.
When they had finished with the second group of minor enemies, they regrouped by the room’s entrance. A good thing too, because the two massive orcs leaped to the floor below, leering at the fighters across from them. They flexed their massive arms, displaying their muscles like a bodybuilder might, and grinned wide.
“Right, so, this fight,” Nph started, grinning, “this fight is cake. The only things we have to worry about are the poptarts and the pounders.”
“Excuse me, but, poptarts and pounders?” Julip asked, confused.
“The conveyor belts are going to start up at a certain point, and these big flat poptart-looking things are going to come out of the wall behind us and go toward the wall in front of us. Don’t get hit by them, ‘cause they hurt.” Nph explained, pointing at each wall to emphasize his point. “You can stand on the center part between the belts and avoid them. Also, there’ll be pounders that’ll come from above. You have to avoid them because they really, really hurt, and can kill you if you get hit too many times.”
“Anything else we need to worry about?” Julip wondered, looking at Xallion.
He shook his head. “Not really. It’s really all on de tanks here. Hans’gar and Franzok have an ability called suplex dat’ll kill de tanks if dey don’t use a cooldown or get a shieldin’ heal on dem. One o’ dem leaps across the room an’ de otha one has an interrupt. Dat’s about it.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
“It is easy.” Nph said with a grin. “We’ll get this down in one shot.”
Julip frowned slightly. “You sure?”
“Of course. When have I ever been wrong?”
“Okay, let’s get movin’.” Xallion stepped down onto the conveyor belts, everyone else ranging themselves about him and preparing themselves for the next fight. Greymoon and Xandyr moved into position after getting their soul-stones.
Greymoon charged the orc closest to him, and the second raced over to defend his brother from the attack. The blood lust gave Greymoon the added agility to avoid the attacks coming at him, and retaliate with his own, even as Xandyr moved into position to help him. The melee too ran into position, hacking at the target closest to them as they fought to bring down the twin orcs that stood in their way.
Some of the fighters positioned themselves on the dormant conveyor belts, and others took up positions on the steel line between the belts. That was their only advantage when the belts started to move, because they didn’t have a moment of panic as the belts began to roll toward the opposite side of the wall. When they were safe on the center rail, the continued their onslaught on the twin orcs until one of them jumped away, forcing them to change targets and focus on the one that remained on the floor. The orc on the floor grabbed his current target - Xandyr - and lifted him high up into the air before slamming him down hard. The protection paladin escaped harm by activating one of his shielding abilities, managing to avoid breaking any bones as he came down to the floor again.
Julip gasped as she felt searing heat on her right, and turned to stare at the giant piece of molten metal that was coming toward her quickly. It was still several yards away, but she could feel the heat from where she stood. She backpedaled quickly, careful not to step off the center beam she was on, but also making sure there was enough space between her and the metal. It slid past her, making her skin sweat from the sweltering heat. She grinned a little bit as the metal left her behind. It really did look like a poptart!
The rest of the poptarts followed the first into the opposite wall, and the belts continued to roll for a few minutes more before stilling. The orc that had jumped away returned to the fight, and the cycle began anew.
The second time, it was the second orc that leaped away, leaving his brother on the floor to face the fury of Illuminatus. This time, it was Greymoon taking the brunt of the suplex. His survival seemed to infuriate the orc, but there was nothing much he could do about it because Greymoon kept skirting away from him. The bear nimbly avoided the punch that would’ve crushed his skull had it connected, then was forced to leap the other way as a piston shot down toward him. His only warning had been the swiftly descending shadow, and then the piston slammed into the conveyor belt, flattening whatever was beneath it before rising back up into the ceiling. Elsewhere in the room, the other fighters were facing the same dance, trying to avoid being hit by the falling pistons.
There was a sudden lull as the pistons finally stopped falling, and both Hans’gar and Franzok returned to the floor. They confronted Xandyr and Greymoon again, once more taking a beating from spell and sword. The two orcs were a mass of wounds, their movements growing more sluggish and weaker as they continued to chase Xandyr and Greymoon around the small arena. Even when the conveyor belts started moving again, and the flat pieces of metal began to move from one side to the other, Hans’gar and Franzok seemed to almost stumble as they tried to find purchase on the conveyor belts.
The warriors of Illuminatus seized on the visible sign of weakness and, while avoiding the environmental threats, focused all of their energy into bringing down the two orcs. They hacked and slashed and cast their most powerful offensive spells as they focused on bringing one of the orcs to his knees. As soon as he was in range, Sabaak and Level hacked at his throat with their swords, tearing rents in the armor around his neck and then into the soft flesh beneath.
The hunters raised their bows and fired arrows into the vulnerable spots of the other orc, driving him backwards. His heel slipped in a smear of blood, and he collapsed backwards. Before he could even think of getting up, there were several fighters upon him, driving their weapons into soft flesh and making sure neither orc could get back up.
When the two orcs stopped moving, the warriors of Illuminatus stepped back from the corpses and looked at their latest kill in the long string.
“Is it just me,” started Cosmodru, “or was that the easiest fight we’ve had so far?”
“No, it was really, really easy.” Nph said.
“I don’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed.”
“You should know by now there’s always a gimme fight somewhere. This is the fight that happened to be the ‘gimme’.”
“Come on, guys.” called Xallion, pausing in the doorway out of the room. “We gotta keep goin’.”
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