{ @traiidor β₯'d for a LEGION starter }
Fighting alongside demon hunters was already friggin' cool; as if getting to team up with the mostly lonesome death knights weren't enough to excite the rogue. He wasn't an incompetent fighter by any means, despite his age-- but he wouldn't have won as many kills as he had if he hadn't been helped by more powerful fighters. Though, that only made sense- strength in numbers, right?
But one blur of fury and power BLEW past him, through several mobs of powerful demons and leaving each one a lifeless husk on the ground, in a demonstration of power that Malkhaz had never seen before. His wide eyes beheld a being that looked itself monstrous, yet clearly held a sentience and strength that gave him the impression that this being was on their side (not to mention, again, the number of dead fel-bleeding bodies in their wake). Were he decayed enough, his jaw might've hit the floor.
" Whoa... " he muttered, completely in awe. He heard a name be shouted amongst the demonic forces: Illidan Stormrage. It was a name only familiar to a child in cautious whispers that were quickly shushed away, as if it were something to be feared. But the boy held no such fear; when he could finally get a clear view of him, his amazement started turning into a wide grin. For all that the scenario was dire, one couldn't help but appreciate the sights that were only possible in the darkest of times.
