Caitlighn Firehammer
Caitlighn races across the snow, sliding to her knees the last foot or so to end beside the fallen Draenei paladin. A cultist tries to run at her with drawn sword, only to find it being parried by one of the warriors in her squad. The two lock blades while Caitlighn attempts to heal her squad leader. A huge nasty gash nearly splits his beautiful plate chest piece in two, blood spilling from underneath. Two casters sling spells at each other off to the side, neither one able to land a solid hit on the other. More fighting surrounds the group on all sides.
Not more than a few hours earlier, Caitlighn had been sent out with a hand picked strike force to investigate news of a new cultist outpost to the far northwest. The strike force was led by the Draenei paladin, Corporal Draakon. Including Draakon, the team consited of eight people. Together, they traveled quickly across the icy landscape. They could not fly for fear of drawing attention from the random twilight dragons that still cruised the skies near the various dragonshrines. After traveling for a brief few hours, they reached the coordinates they had been given. What they saw shocked them - a fully functioning portal ring was in use to transport what appeared to be supplies and cultists from only who knew where. The two sneaks in the party, a Gnomish rogue by the name of Nixle Badgerheart and her partner, the Worgen druid Jack Samuelson, were sent to investigate closer. While waiting for their report, disaster struck in the form of a small patrol of cultists lead by a rather massive twilight dragonkin, one of the two-legged variety.
The dragonkin was only distracted from finishing off the fallen Draenei for a few moments by the large bear who was the companion to the other Dwarf in the party, Hagrim Greatbeard. It seemed to just ignore the hunter's bullets as it slung the bear away, swinging it's massive bladed polearm down on top of Caitlighn's head. The blade would have split the shaman in two had the other healer, the Night Elven priestess Cirall Moonflower, tugged at Cait's very life force to literally yank her away from Draakon's side and out from under the deathstrike. Both healers gasp when the dragonkin steps forward, planting it's heavy clawed foot right on the Draenei's chest. Despite the combat surrounding everyone, the sickening sound of his ribs being crushed echoed across the landscape. It's toothy, challenging grin is met by Caitlighn's calm, quiet glare. Without turning to look at her, Cait hands off her shield and mace to Cirall. "That's it. I'm pissed. Hold this, darlin'." is all she says. No sooner than the priestess takes a hold of said items with a surprised look, does Cait reach for her twin axes across her back. With a shake of her wrists, the elements come to her bidding, gracing the weapons with their blessings.
The cut-off cry of pain from the mage of the group, Douglas Spencer, is barely acknowledged by Cait. She barks out, "Hagrim! Kill that caster! Cirall, check Douglas!" as she stalks towards the dragonkin. It grins further, pulling back it's spear in preparation for a new victim. Cait suddenly lunges towards the mocking creature, sprinting the last few steps to get within range of attack. The furiousness of her axe swings are boosted with the blessing of wind. Fire answers her call, trailing the edges of her blades with molten lava. Earth gives her the strength to stand her ground against the brute's countering blows. Water answers her calls for healing when a blow hits her. For what seemed like an eternity, they traded blows but neither could reach the other with any lethal strike.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a small voice cries out in a high-pitched battle cry. Cirall looks up quickly from tending to the fallen mage to see a ball of fury and blades spin through the air from behind the dragonkin, slamming into it's back. Apparently Nixle was literally tossed by Jack, swinging blades first. They may be small to most creatures, but when wielded by a skilled rogue and delivered at maximum speed point first, they do damage. The dragonkin screamed out in pain, it's back arching from the vicious stabbing it was recieving. The distraction is all Cait needed. She calls upon the elements for one final blow, channeling the power of the storms through both axes simultaneously as she swings them in an overhanded blow.
The dragonkin is already a huge creature, but it towers over the shorter Dwarf. When her axes land, it's not exactly in the brute's chest. To any not in front of the dragonkin, just the look on it's face as it contorts to show only the most excruitiating pain as both lightning axes bury themselves between it's legs tell the story. Cait dodges to the side quickly as it falls to it's knees, the backwards on it's back. It's head is neatly separated from it's shoulders as it hits the ground courtesy of the group's Human warrior, Robert Salvatore's greatsword. Gunshots ring out, silencing the cultist caster once and for all at the same time that two bears, one druid and one animal companion, jump up to maul the remaining cultists from behind.
In minutes, the fighting is over. The cultists are dead and the supplies and portal ring captured. Caitlighn looks around to the rest of the group. "Anyone still up?" she asks with forced humor. Cirall is kneeling beside Douglas, still attempting to heal him. Hagrim walks up beside Robert. Jack makes his way up, a badly hurt Nixle in his arms. "She got caught in the dragon's armor and it fell on her." Cait immediately sets to work with Nixle. She doesn't want to ask but forces herself too, "And Draakon?" Robert shakes his head slightly. "Nay. He is gone." She nods in resignation, then looks up.
"With Douglas out of it, we can't shut down that ring for later study. But it's dangerous to leave alone. Jack, Robert. Destroy it." Both men salute, "Yes, Corporal." She looks to Cirall, "Is he stabke enough to transport back to the Hold?" The priestess nods, "I believe so, yes." Cait looks to Hagrim, "Collect Draakon's body. No way in hell am I leaving it for these filth. We'll send scouts back for what supplies we can't carry."
