Chapter 2: The Battle for the Flag
The clash in the center of Warsong Gulch was a chaotic maelstrom of steel, magic, and blood. Horde and Alliance forces slammed into one another with unrelenting fury, each side determined to gain control of the battlefield. The screams of fallen soldiers mingled with the sharp ring of blades meeting shields, and the air grew thick with the acrid scent of sweat, blood, and ozone.
Wy remained on the outskirts of the battle, her wolf companion stalking just ahead of her. She notched an arrow and took aim at the Horde forces. Her sharp eyes found their mark—a Forsaken mage attempting to conjure a spell. With a quick breath, Wy released the arrow, watching as it soared through the air and struck the mage square in the chest. The Forsaken crumpled to the ground, its spell fading into nothingness.
Thieme, meanwhile, darted through the fray like a shadow, his movements almost impossible to track. He weaved between the legs of a charging Orc warrior, his daggers flashing as they found the vulnerable spots beneath the brute’s armor. The Orc let out a pained grunt as he fell to the ground, clutching his side. Before he could react, Thieme was already gone, moving on to his next target.
“Wy, they’re tryin’ ta break through!” Thieme’s voice echoed from the shadows.
Salove, in her bear form, had plowed through the Alliance lines, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake. Her massive paws crushed armor and bone alike, and her roars shook the ground. The Alliance soldiers tried to rally, but the sight of the towering Tauren druid bearing down on them caused more than a few to hesitate.
“We need to stop ‘er!” Wy growled, her sharp eyes locking onto the druid. She pulled a special arrow from her quiver, one designed to pierce even the thickest hide. She took aim at Salove, knowing that if they didn’t stop the Tauren now, she would smash through their defenses and make a run for the flag.