The city of Suramar was beautiful as it was confusing, but knowing where the parts that were centrally located helped her remember where the canals were, and that those always flowed where she needed to head. A small scouting party had gone off ahead, trying to do some recon and still help some of the civilians out of the line of fire.
Janyice had been trying to help the second wave of adventurers and heroes into the Nighthold, even if her original group was already headed towards the spire. She needed to catch back up with the second group. She had friends in the team and she needed to make sure she was there to help out if things were going to get out of hand. Little did she realize what was going on just on the other side of the square.
The blast was loud, and the color was as well. The smell of acrid air was enough for Janyice to move faster, she knew it wasn’t going to be long before a bigger battle was at hand, and she still had to catch up. Turning corners, into alleyways, she saw it. Archers. Janyice moved quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of who their target was and the call came out to retreat. Janyice took to a wall, listening for the footsteps and the moment when she could snag one coming down from above.
One jumped down right in front of her, and she took that moment to tackle and restrain the elf. Her hand gripping at the fingers, twisting them slightly to get the appropriate response. She leaned down and whispered softly into the female elfs ear and grinned. “Who was your target? Speak slowly or I will take the one thing you pride the most from you” The elf squeaked and tried to get away, but the weight of her body and the armor kept Janyice atop the flailing elf.
Janyice pulled harder, squeezing the fingers on the elf's hand tight. “Who was your target!” She repeated. The elf whimpered and relented, her fingers in a vice like grip and the thought of never pulling a bow again was enough to get her to say a simple word of broken common. “Draenei” The crack was soft, but the screech from the mouth of the elf was deafening. Janyice stood, and turned as she noticed a small group coming up a set of stairs. It looked like a familiar group and she figured she would catch up with them in the square. Dashing through the alleyway, Janyice saw it.
The arcane circle formed much quicker than she had thought, but it wasn’t the arcane that made her stop in her tracks. It was the Fel. That sick, thick green color was enough to make her wince when she saw who it was attached to. “Oh, this isn’t going to end well” she mumbled as the form blinked out and away. Janyice decided that the group was a better thing to be in right now, and she jogged towards the team to see who was there and what in Helheim was going .
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