The day was a bright one, the sun shining through the trees above Terrokar Forest. The border to Nagrand was shimmering with the light of the day, Kathorg's war wolf pawed at the ground before it. He looked over the passing caravan with a stern eye. Another orc rode up beside him, it was Hulthar Ironbrow, another paramilitary commander.
"You grace us with your presence Gorehallow. You seem to care much for these documents you have us transporting. It is what? At least five hundred pounds of papers and books... What else is in those crates?"
Kathorg looked at Hulthar with a growl.
"Hulthar, you are supposed to be at the front of the line. Get up there. I have no time for screwing up today."
Hulthar shook his head then bowed slightly.
"Right away High Warlord Gorehallow. Right away."
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There in the forest they waited. Footmen and otherwise, wearing mesh over themselves. Bows and guns aimed at the road. Shepard took a pair of binoculars from a gnome near him.
"They are getting close. And remember. Low casualties, I want them to remember this day."
Mithas and Ramirez were against a log and they watched the incoming caravan. Mithas sighed, looking over towards where Shepard was.
"So. We are supposed to beat them down and make them watch as he executes their leader? This... Is going to be fun?"
Ramirez shrugged and kept a firm grip on his broadsword.
---
Kathorg rode up beside Hulthar as they got deeper into the forest. Little did the Horde warriors realize they were standing in the middle of an Alliance force with over twice their numbers.
Kathorg stopped the caravan and looked about. Hulthar eyed him for a moment.
"What is wrong sir?"
"If I were the aggressor, this is a perfect ambu- "
"For the Alliance!"
Men came from all around, and steel clashed. Kathorg leaped from his wolf and drew his sword, Hulthar took a crossbow bolt straight into the side of his head. Ramirez beat down on a grunt after taking a slash at him. Everything died down in a moment, Horde warriors on their bellies and knees, blades close to them. A light clapping could be heard, plate gauntlets thumping against one another.
"So. The mighty Warlord Gorehallow only has this to show me? A fumbling about group of idiots that cannot defend themselves?"
Shepard stepped out, his heavy blue tinted platemail, bright Stormwind tabard; he had two cruel blades on his belt. He watched the much larger than himself orc with his blue eyes. Kathorg looked over to the man, he stepped forward slowly, blade resting in one hand.
"And is this all the Alliance has to show me? An ambush with uneven odds? Cowards strike like this, and you human. Your name."
"I am Commander John Shepard the commanding officer of the Lionheart Vanguard. I am going to strike a true blow to the Horde today. Ending your life will be a testament to the Alliance's power."
"And to their foolishness! You strike at a warrior that has never wanted war between our people! You will prove only that the Alliance knows no difference between friend and foe!"
Shepard took his blades from his hilt and yelled back in defiance.
"Let us see Gorehallow if your supposed skill is so great!"
Kathorg aimed his greatsword at the human and snarled.
"May the spirits be kind to you."
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The warriors charged at one another, Kathorg swinging down with his greatsword. Shepard sidestepped the blow and kicked at the larger warrior's knee. Pushing him to the side, he then rotated blade over blade onto Kathorg's pauldrons. Sparks flying off in chaotic directions, Kathorg growled and rolled to the side, the reaching for his blade, ripping his blade from the dirt and spinning for Shepard. The human ducked under the blade and rolled forward himself, spinning his right blade in his palm and driving it backwards.
Thump.
Kathorg dropped to his knees and sputtered.
Shepard ripped the blade from the orc and walked slowly around him.
"You lost Gorehallow..."
Kathorg reached up and detatched his faceguard. The metal plate fell the the dirt, blood dripping to the dirt slowly. He shuddered and coughed.
"I did..."
Shepard got on one knee before Kathorg, looking him in the eyes. He watched the proud warrior carefully.
"That is it then."
Kathorg took a moment to reach for the pendant near his neck. Shepard rose a brow and swatted Kathorg's hand away from it, he ripped the golden chain from his neck. Kathorg snarled and looked up at Shepard.
"You have no honor?"
Shepard flipped the pendant open and saw the enchanted image of an orcish woman on it. Shepard looked to Kathorg.
"Your... Ex-wife I take it."
Kathorg growled, he spat more blood out. His men watched helplessly as well as Shepard spoke.
"Don't worry. We only came for you orc."
Shepard stood up straight and drew a sword with his right hand, turning away from Kathorg and letting the pendant dangle in front of the orc's face. Kathorg tried to straighten up as he looked into the pendant, watching Lirshar's image spin in circles. He calmly spoke.
"Finish it..."
Shepard breathed in deep as he span around and took Kathorg's head from its shoulders.
"Gladly..."
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The Horde warriors were being chained up and left there, the Alliance began taking the caravan's carts into their possession, Shepard motioned to Kathorg's body.
"We are taking that as well."
One orc yelled out.
"Your without honor! Pity or love! You steal away his body after his defeat! You bastard!"
Shepard pointed at the orc as Ramirez and Mithas moved Kathorg's body and blade into a cart.
"Do you think I am stupid orc! As soon as we leave you will clammer to Shattrath and out of pity they will bring the warlord back in moments! My work undone! No, this will not happen. I will take the body as proof of his demise. He will be safe in a tomb under my city, far from the hands of those who would see him breath again."
The Horde warriors seemed shattered and broken, yelling insults and roaring in fury as the Alliance made off. They could do nothing but that, nothing but yell out in defiance.
Shepard rode on his horse at the front, he tosses the pendant to Ramirez.
"Make sure that makes it back to his family. My gift to them."
Ramirez sighed.
"Of course sir."
Mithas elbowed him from his horse.
"At least we're winning right?"