Ready Set Let’s GO!
Felt like writing so I looked for a prompt. Went with this one by @witterprompts. Inspired by the song ‘Ready set let’s go’ by Sam Tinnesz.
“You look ready to fight… You always look ready to fight.” The aged orc said to the tauren. The orc was grizzled, aged with white hair and a missing eye. Many scars covered his green skin and his blazen red eye pierced the female tauren before him. His red and silver plate armor was dented, scratched and worn from many battles. His Horde tabard stained with the blood of the fallen. He held a shield up, looking through the spikes as he gripped his axe in the other hand. Heavy boots crossed one another as he circled the tauren woman.
She was clad in brilliant pale gold and silver armor studded with ruby gems. Her own armor was also dented, scratched and worn from many battles. Her cream colored fur showed a battle scarred body. A crimson cloak covered her left shoulder, hiding her lame arm while she effortlessly wielded a massive sword gilded in gold inlay and ruby gems in one hand. A holy light emanating from the weapon. Her blonde hair tussled across her muzzle as her lavender eyes pierced the orc.
The Sunwalker stabbed her sword into a fallen Horde flag, consecrating the fabric with holy magic and burning it away. “You should know I am always willing to fight when honor is on the line.” The dark ranger behind the orc growled, “Traitor! You desecrate the Horde flag! Stop toying with her Ukral and kill her.” There was more loyal to the Dark Lady then Bear cared to fight but she’d been in worse odds. The wild card was Ukral and those under his command.
The reddish lion laid in the grass staring at Bear. The druidess’ amber eyes looking at her and back at her orcish commander. The Dragonmaw archer gripped her bow, shifted her weight. Fingers twitching the arrow held tight against the bow strings. Lastly the one Bear knew well. The young orc held a sword made of bone but he refused to raise it high. His steel blue eyes looking at her with tension and fear. She could tell he wouldn’t fight her.
“Remember what I said to you on that frozen peak in Northrend?” Bear said to Ukral. A steady growl eased from his throat. “No pain… No Victory…” He said as he somewhat became foggy remembering that dark day in cold hell. “On this day we fight not just for the Horde…”
“But for the Alliance. For all of Azeroth. Fight for glory.” She added. “Or die with honor.” He finished her words. “Are you ready to die with honor, Commander Ukral Bloodsnarl?” The tauren said with a dark tone. Holy light pulsed from her sword. “I donno Legionnaire Skamato ‘Bear’ Sunstone. Are you?” He scoffed with a playful laugh.
The tension was so thick if someone should move the wrong way they’d be cut. The air seemed the choke those surrounding to two old warriors. She was severely outnumbered with Ukral’s warriors and the Forsaken soldiers loyal to the Warchief. “I’ve been ready to die with honor since the day I picked up a sword.” She barked back, her tail swaying.
“Shame you wont die.” Ukral said with a snarl. That was the words the druidess needed. A ferocious roar ripped from her throat of the great cat druid as she lunged. But not for the Sunwalker. Her jaws slammed down upon the dark ranger that tried to bark orders at her commander. Crushing the undead elf’s skull. The Dragonmaw woman and young prc stood dumbfounded a moment before Ukral roared and shield slammed the nearest forsaken, hacking at them viciously with his axe.
A golden hammer flung through the air as Bear herself charged into the loyal soldiers. She swung her sword in an arch knocking back a couple of soldiers standing next to the young orc. “And you thought you were gonna have to fight me, huh Brugran?” She teased. The blonde haired orc huffled and turned to attack the forsaken. “Fuck yea I did. Pretty sure I was gonna die too.” He remarked.
“Not this day.” Bear replied as an arrow flew past her face and embedded in a forsaken rogue sneaking behind her. “Bear shot her a look to which the lady orc replied with a wink before letting loose another arrow. Ukral’s loyal followers stood on this day, beside the one they were meant to kill. There was no going back now. They were all traitors.
