4 Battle

Strong hands held me by the scruff of my neck, i tried to wiggle free at first but it became quickly clear that is was futile. After calming myself i looked at my collar grapping assailant and bit my tongue in pure suprise. 'Bloody hell... my uncle otherwise know as Thrall Frostcrown stood before me with a all too familiar frown on his face.'

Thrall was moving his mouth but no sound was coming out 'well that is rather strange i thought' the hand that held my collar opened and i fell to the floor, and everything went black.

I awoke to the sounds of battle and the smell of blood, around me lay dozen of corpses dressed in red armor from head to toe. A sound that reminded me of a bird screech sounded, and it was closely followed my a 'thump', i looked up from the floor and saw Thrall standing over a dead body dusting his former white robes of.

He turned to me and my heart began thumping, the last thing i remember was being thrown out the window by that fucking soulblade, and now i was in a long hallway with dead bodies strewn about.

"finally awake are we?" Thrall said in a frustratingly calm voice.

he continued "well i suppose we will have to skip the chit chatter and get a move on before any more of them show up" he walked up to my still slumped figure and picked me up by the collar of my shirt and began running with me in his firm hands

Seriously? He grabbed me by my collar.... by the heavenly soulblade i hate

getting grabbed by my collar..

¨In the lower levels of the castle¨

A skinny man with a pale complexion was standing among crucified bodies "thss is that really all the Frostcrowns amount to? how very disappointing"