Dizarak Sanar

One Last Time

Tapping his foot on the decimated ground beneath him, the Ren'dorei shifted his grip on the dagger at his side as he stood just to the left of the opening to his charge's tent. The middle aged man, named Garrett, rustling around inside caused Dizarak's ears to flick as he gauged the human's whereabouts within.

Finally the dark haired human emerged from the canvas flaps of the tent and scowled openly at his “babysitter” his gloves clutched in his hand.

“You don't have to stay so close to me, I can take any of these savage Horde with ease!” Garrett spewed , slipping his glove onto the wrong hand and immediately ripping it back off to correct his mistake. He finished the process and unsheathed his sword, swinging it around and mumbling on about how excited he was to stab an Orc in the eye or decapitate an Illidari. The Void elf flinched a little at the thought before side stepping out of the way of the wildly swinging steel in the shorter males hands.

This human was not only a danger to himself but to the rouge set to guard him to his ultimate survival, Diz realized with disdain. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Eitaam in his fully geared form along side a smaller figure, he could only assume from the teal hair was Xanthia. Oh how he wished he could be guarding someone more capable like her instead of this ego maniac.

“Did you hear me, Servant?” Dizarak's head snapped back to the dark haired male who was clearly addressing him as such. “No of course you didn't, My parent's think -you- are capable of keeping me alive? You can't even pay attention for five seconds. Pathetic.”

The human turned his back to continue walking and Dizarak contemplated sinking a dagger into his neck before the fighting even began, reluctantly he followed.

Soon the sound of the war-horns echoed through the clearing and the King gathered the forces. Diz kept pace with the short strides of the thorn in his side so as not to have to listen to his berating again. Soon they were standing near the front of the ranks, Dizarak took the chance to scan the area for any signs of his sister but the Hordes numbers made it impossible.

On the King's command the cries of battle roared to life and the fight began.


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Overwhelmed and surrounded Garrett shouted and swung his steel blade wildly, the human managed to land a few blows on his assailants before the void touched elf leaped forward and finished the rest off. Diz panted slightly as he stood, his back to the human, a loud shriek forcing him once more to action as he ducked narrowly missing a thrown knife to the face, lunging forward he brought both blades forward in a sweeping motion and the wailing forsaken crumpled to the ground.

Not a moment later, Diz's ears caught the human lunging into the fray once more, "DIE ILLIDARI BITCH!" the dark haired human roared, his blade reflecting the ill green clouds of blight off its blood splattered surface as he raced towards a new target. Dizarak's eyes locked onto the females form and his heart dropped into his stomach. Time seemed to slow, from his kneeling position the seven foot male twisted, his muscles rippled as he pushed off the ground hard and took off running. It seemed to take forever to get moving, everything around him becoming dull and unimportant. He knew that mask, the crimson locks falling around her ears and face, her name tore from his throat without thinking as somewhere a catapult launched another assault.

"ZARAVALA!"

A flash of large golden light darted into view shoving the Demon Hunter out of the way of Garrett's raised blade before a gloved hand gripped the humans blade and a familiar pair of golden eyes could be seen above the gasmask. The sword was yanked away and thrown to the wind before the tall figure grabbed the smaller male by the head and snarled at him

"Mama can't save you this time," the golden male purred in a heavily accented Common just before the Human's head was smashed against a random shield that had been lost in the chaos.

Dizarak's eyes lingered on the sudden appearance of the familiar Paladin, Ashraen? But what on Azeroth was he dong here? Diz barely gave a second thought to the fact he was likely now out a substantial bit of gold by the disposal of his mission's only task. The void male's long legs easily carrying him halfway to where the two stood.

He slowed keeping his distance as he took in the sight of his crimson haired sibling, whose masked face made it difficult to read her expression at his arrival. She lifted her glaives at him warning him to step no further, a warning he was far too willing to follow.

"Zarav~" his words were cut by the sound of another catapult.

The first thing to hit him was the fresh stench of rotting flesh and disease, his eyes overflowed with fluid in vain attempt to flush out the toxin. The vile substance attacking his lungs, engulfing his throat and nose in proverbial flames of death. Diz sputtered and fell to his knees, the entire area around him coated in Blight.

Blinking his eyes to combat the tears he could just make out the figures before him. At least his last vision would be an eerily good one. Breathing became too much, and the large male slumped forward onto the dirt, gasping in vain for fresh air that would never come.

"Shit! Diz! Hey!"