Adventures of Illuminatus: Siege of Orgrimmar | By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Iron Juggernaut
Written to Pompeii by Bastille
Helpfuldeath - Orc death knight - frost
We raced up the road toward the Gates of Orgrimmar as fast as we could, barely slowing to weave our mounts around the trolls stationed there. Surprise flashed through me as I saw Baine and Vol'jin standing close to the gates. Or as close to the gates as they could without catching the attention of the giant mechanical scorpion that guarded the path to the gate that led into the actual city. I stared open-mouthed at the thing, the Iron Juggernaut, as I heard it called. We're going to have to fight that? I didn't want to get near it! It was too late, though, because the moment Vol'jin saw the first of us, he was already sending in the reserves. And that iron monster slaughtered them. There was no mercy; every troll that went up against that metal beast died, and they died hard and painfully. There was nothing we could do for them save get revenge when we finally brought the Juggernaut down.We slipped by it be some miracle and congregated in the wide open space, the space that had once been part of the road that led to the beach - the beach we'd just come from - before it had been gated off by a metal fence. I had no idea what to expect, only that I'd have to get close to it and beat at it with my rune blades. I noticed others in the group shared my sentiment, though they didn't bother to voice their opinions. The Iron Juggernaut was in our way, and it was going to have to go down. I looked at Xallion. He was our leader, our planner, and so it fell to him to make sure everyone was ready to start fighting for their very lives. I rolled my shoulders; I was tense. If my heart was still capable of beating, I'm sure it'd be going twice as fast as it should.
As usual, we waited for Greymoon to make the call to action. I balanced on the balls of my feet, my swords ready in my hands. I made sure that I'd eaten something - never knew when the last meal was coming, and yeah sure, being dead meant I didn't actually have to eat, but I liked the way the food tasted - and that I'd drunk my flask. I was ready to go as I'd ever be.
And, like an arrow shot from a hunter's bow, I surged forward after Grey and Niar. Beside me was Mistahtea and Sabaak. I reached the Juggernaut first and began laying into its metal hull as hard as I could, activating rune after rune to augment my power. I felt the bloodlust make my dead blood surge, and my swings became heavier and harder. Faster. More powerful. I chipped away metal from the beast, doing what I could to try and bring it down.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge dark shadow appear above me. It grew steadily bigger as the seconds passed, and only at the last second I realized that it was something falling from above at me. I managed to dodge it in time, but it still left me reeling from the sound and force of the impact. I felt cool healing magic was over me, and immediately went back to fighting. From my angle, I got a brief glimpse of what the Juggernaut was doing to my friends. I watched them leap out of the way of earth spikes and, ironically enough, I was forced to dodge them too. I sidestepped a whirling saw blade, then felt it scrape against the left side of my armor. I wasn't hurt, thankfully, but it gave me one of the biggest scare of my life. Uh, unlife? After life? Whatever.
I kept attacking until I heard a faint voice call something out. It was barely discernible over the noise coming from the Juggernaut, but a glance told me that everyone was stacking up in Xallion's healing rain. I quickly ran to join them, but mid-stride I found myself being propelled through the air. I hit the ground hard, pitched forward and turned my rather ungraceful fall into as best a roll as I could manage in heavy plate armor. I came back to my feet in time to slide through an oil patch. Yeah, it wasn't really the best of moments. I managed to get out of the oil slick and into dry ground just in time to nearly be brained by a falling bomb. I leaped out of the way and hurried back to Xallion's healing rain just in time to be blasted backwards again. The others were being treated the same way I was, able to run forward the barest of inches before being blasted back against the escarpment behind us. We were blasted back one last time - and just like the times before, someone was moving quickly away from the rest of us with a laser beam following them, a laser beam that set fire to an oil slick which ultimately exploded - and then the Juggernaut started toward us again.
I had to laugh, because now it was just a repeat of the first part of the fight. I hacked my way through metal again. Again I had to dodge earth spikes and flying spinning blades and falling bombs. Again we fought as hard as we could through all of this bombardment. It wasn't easy, but soon we were facing that knock back again, only this time we were facing the opposite side. We still had to dodge oil slicks and bombs and the laser of fiery death, but this time we knew what to do, and had an easier time of it. We countered the three knock backs and then, as we knew he would, the Juggernaut came at us again. Of course, now it was barely able to stand on its legs, and was springing leaks and exploding here and there with showers of sparks and letting off clouds of steam and vapor. A few more hits and it would be a pile of slag.
It didn't take a 'few' more hits, it took almost ten minutes more before the Iron Juggernaut finally groaned, its last grinding gear sticking as the nuts and bolts holding it together finally began to break apart under our onslaught. It listed to one side, then to the other, taking a few drunken steps forward and back until finally-
BOOM
-the Iron Juggernaut crumpled to the ground, a mess of smoking metal, springs, gyros, and whatever else had gone into creating it. We took a moment to catch our breath, and I lifted up my rune blades to make sure the edges hadn't been damaged. Then I looked to the gate of Orgrimmar, and watched as a slew of night elves assaulted the gates, breaking then down of us. At their head was Tyrande Whisperwind. She was shouting orders to the warriors, and we used the opportunity to slip past the Kor'kron defenders.
At last, we were in the city.
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