The True Stories of the Sentinel and The Scourge

Chapter 7:Magina and Terrorblade : The Dawn of War

"NOOOO!!"Stronghoof roared as he saw his chieftain collapse onto the deck. Kicking his current opponent on the face, he swiftly used the blunt edge of his axe to shove the stunned naga warrior off the ship onto the jagged rocks below.

Rushing at the naga that had struck Bradwarden, he raised his battleaxe high in the air and brought it down onto the back of the naga that was busy barking orders at the other naga. This was surely their leader. The gargantuan naga warrior was twice Stronghoof's size and as huge as Bradwarden. Dozens of battle scars could be seen on his hide, proving that this naga had lived through many battles before.

CRACK

The edge of Stronghoof's axe had chipped off. The naga merely grunted and turned around to face his adversary. Stronghoof was dwarfed by the giant. Swinging its mighty trident of huge proportions, it started an offensive on Stronghoof.

Swinging hard left and right to block the naga's blows, Stronghoof began to tire. This can't be...I won't die like this...not by a foul beast like this...

Without any warning whatsoever, the naga warrior stabbed at Stronghoof's unguarded midsection. It punctured his stomach and his vital fluids started spilling out from the gaping hole.

"AARGH!!!! " he staggered, the world swaying, threatening to black out any second. Death was imminent, it was a question of 'when', not 'if'. Summoning up his remaining energy, he picked up his battle axe.

The naga grinned at him. This young centaur would not be a total waste of time after all. Slardar really loved a worthy opponent. Those weak night elves that he fought so frequently were so boring.

Roaring, Stronghoof charged. "TODAY, YOU DIE LIZARD!!! LONG LIVE BRADWARDEN! LONG LIVE CENTAURS!!!" Gaining speed, he galloped at the naga with his axe raised. He would die with pride knowing he tried his best and died protecting his brothers.

Swinging his axe, he aimed at the neck of the naga, hoping to decapitate it. Sneering, it blocked the blow with its trident. That second, it realised it had underestimated the centaur. The trident snapped and Stronghoof bashed his face.

Stronghoof continued swinging and hacking at the naga. Black blood was pouring out of the wounds Stronghoof had inflicted on it.

Suddenly, Stronghoof felt a strong arm grab hold of him. Closing his eyes, he knew it would be over soon, he smiled knowing he had done what he could. Slardar mantained his vice-like grip on the oddly calm centaur. With the might of a god, he swung Stronghoof at a jagged cliff. The resounding crack brought a smile of satisfaction to Slardar's face.

Bradwarden saw the entire battle unfold in front of him but he couldn't do anything to help his brother but was totally immobilized by the shock of the bash.

A tear trickled down his cheek. "You will not die in vain, Stronghoof."

When Bradwarden rose, a red fog clouded his vision. The pain of losing his comrade was too much to bear. There was only vengeance.

Slowly, he walked to the naga, holding his axe firmly.

Turning, Slardar wiped spittle from the corner of his maw and picked up what was left of his trident.

They stood immobile for a few seconds, squaring each other up, each daring the other to make the first move.

Slardar made a sudden strike, jabbing hard at Bradwarden, hoping to impale him. Bradwarden kicked the trident aside and pounced on the surprised naga. Swinging hard, he hacked at the deck around the naga.

"Foolish centaur, your strength is impressive but your skill at your weapon is laughable." the naga growled.

"It is you who is the fool," smiled Bradwarden.

Pouring all his energy into a singe blow, Bradwarden used his ultimate technique that never left opponents alive when he was done. With the force of a meteor, his axe came down. The axe cut right through the startled naga, from the shoulder to its tail. The force of the blow was so strong it splintered the deck below and caused tremors to rock the ship.

The part of the deck that Bradwarden had hacked away earlier shattered. The body of the naga dropped onto its comrades below that were in the midst of battle.

Bradwarden jumped down into the hole and crushed the body of the naga leader. The force of his fall blasted a few naga warriors away, stunning them. Bradwarden charged at the remaining naga, swinging at them and cleaving many of them instantly.

After he was done with them, Bradwarden leaped back up onto the deck. Glancing around, his eyes finally found his target. The giant sea monster was destroying the remainder of the fleet.

Bradwarden smiled. He had a sea monster to slay. Bradwarden charged.

***

Northrend

Abbadon stood with his closest friend and fellow general, Kel Thuzad the lich. Both of them stood atop a mound of earth watching their army of 3000 march slowly to their destination. There were ghouls, abominations, meat wagons and skeleton warriors. It would be a glorious battle.

They had a fort to destroy and it would fall to the might of Northrend. After this, no one would dare oppose the Scourge, no one.

***

Magina trudged through the snow with Kardel as they slowly made their way to Mount Hyjal.

So far, their trip had been pretty uneventful apart from the occational group of kobolds that they came across. Kobolds. Small barbaric creatures that often hunted in small packs, they were no better than the undead. Though, they were easy prey to Kardel's rifle and Magina's moonblades.

"How much further?" Magina panted..his breath fogging.

"We are close, aye, I saw one of em Sentinel outposts a mile away." Kardel's teeth chattered from the cold.

"Well, do you think they will greet us warmly?" asked Magina, his brow furrowed.

"Perhaps, perhaps not, I heard that the Sentinel's defences are very tight and the blasted canons will fire at any bloody thin they see so its best we proceed with caution," grumbled Kardel.

"Well then, lets go and face whatever they have to throw at us," Magina smiled.

"Indeed."