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Watching the life of a few of my blues snuffed out, I try to freeze, or at least chill and slow Elf, to wriggle out and escape. My blues ice block what they can of the dead, the frostwyrms I've raised are attacking Saturo and the red, though they're slow and weak, seeing as my skill in necromancy isn't too great. Whatever I know came from those necromancy classes where I was subject matter, and my memory on how to properly raise a corpse is just a smidge hazy.

*Casts Command Undead*
*Sends newly acquired allies to attack Azu*

I try to get them to stop attacking me, to get them back under my control, and succeed....but lose dragon form without the energy to maintain it. A blue stops me from falling to my death, and we fly high up to try and avoid the mass amount of combat so I can rest for a few moments. The surviving blues have given up wasting energy to freeze the fallen, and are slowly joining each other, back to back, to protect each other. The Guard has been nearly demolished, with a few gryphon riders flying slowly around, half-heartedly firing guns.

Now seems good to make a retreat....So I begin preparing a portal to get all of my troops out of there.

*Mind Freeze*
*Death Grip*

So this is what it's come down to... You... Me... And dragons...
*Begins advanced series of DK moves*

OHSNAP!

*desperately shapeshift into cat form, and, forsaking prowl, launch into mangles and rips and shreds and whatever else I can do. The only good thing I can see is lacking a soul, you can't drain that, and lacking mana in cat form, you can't drain that either. The blues are preoccupied by the reds, and the one I was riding plummets to where we are fighting to help me out. I start muttering to focus and try and stay upright and avoid succumbing to exhaustion. *"Got to survive, got to live, can't leave the Blues in chaos, got to keep moving, stabbing is bad, the blues are coming, live, live, live...."

*Shadowstep*
*Hand of Gul'Dan*

*I fly over, ready to help Saturo if she needs it, while my Drake work on finish off the rest of the blues and humans* *Thinks: This feels wrong, i shouldnt be fighting Azu...*

With her army pretty much demolished, call for her troops to retreat, go, flee, it doesn't frakking matter, they've lost. Meanwhile, I grin weakly, offer a salute, and jump off the dragon, free fall, and bird form. Slowing my fall considerably, I still crash into the ground, cat form, and try to sneak off, practically dragging myself along, fumbling in my bags for a health potion. The blues and humans are all peeling away, flying away, desperation causing them to outstrip any followers and escape.

*AIRTACKLE FROSTMOURNESTAB!*

*Find health potion, downs it, only to find HOLYSNAPFROSTMOURNESTAB! Gets hit, and it skims my left shoulder, slicing it nicely. Now rejuvenated by the potion, I go bird form again, take off, and chase after my troops, hoping nothing will stop her....Of course, this wound is so cold...so painful...Probably want that taken care of soon...Getting stabbed by Frostmourne seems like it could do very bad things.*

One of my red drakes flys up to you, but dosnt attack. Instead he looks at you and says "She's confused, we're all confused. It feels so wrong to be fighting aginst you, instead of with you. We mourn the lifes we had to take today. We have much to think about, and will meet you again. Be strong, safe, and fight on, sister." The drake then leaves.

With the red drakes out of the picture for now, I make my escape, as do the rest of my troops. We look back over the battlefield, cursing the fact we can't take care of those last corpses. Despite being hurt, I grin maniacally. "Desperate times call for desperate measures....I know just where I can get some allies." The troops return to Crystalsong, while I make my way up to the southern part of Icecrown.

Poking around, I find a handful of necromancers who feel bitter for one reason or another, promise them power, revenge, whatever they want if they team up with me. With their agreement, I open up a portal and my small troop of necromancers return to everyone else. With that, I portal to Burning Steppes and Blackrock, and recruit a decent amount of black dragons, promising again, power, a chance to kill some reds and nethers, whatever makes them join my side. We all return to our base.

Next time, I'm ready. No more ice blocking, no more running.

*Is disguised as one of Azu's necromancers*
Yes... No more blocking...

*stupidly doesn't realize this, instead busies herself with preparing her troops, drilling them through various possible scenarios. Once done, I prepare army to march and find Elf and Saturo. Revenge shall be mine.*

*Secretly pours sugar in the fuel tanks of whatever war vehicles you use*

*Only really uses air bombers for the Stormwind Guard, but we only have two or three of those. The rest were destroyed in the previous battle. We do have a fair amount of gryphon riders though, but that'd be awkward...I doubt they have fuel tanks...*

*Screaming in frustration* What kind of primitive army is this!?
*Realizes the attention this caused* Uhh... I mean... Primitive animals ftw?

This primitive force will dest-Wait, a second....

*Pulls hood down over face, and blends in with the crowd*

*peers through crowd, curses, and mutters. With that, I mutter to one of the blacks, "We have someone infiltrating our ranks. Find them and destroy them." The black salutes, gathers a few more, and begins searching for evidence. Meanwhile, I place a few flares down where I am, one in every hallway, and have a blue patrol every hallway.*