With a grunt, Selas tucked his wing in and rolled in the air, a bolt of arcane energy whizzing past him. Flaring his wing back out, he leveled out and jerked the bow into his hooves. Almost instantly, he grabbed an arrow from it’s place in the quiver, nocked it, and fired it at the offending mage. With a sickening crunch, the arrow penetrated bone, burying itself into the elf’s sternum, causing him to collapse backwards almost immediately.
All around the destroyed temple were corpses. Druids, hunters, and warriors had clashed against varying types of mages. Their group had all but been wiped out; the mad queen had been expecting them. Tyrande had been the first go down, followed by Malfurion falling into a blind rage. Glancing around the room desperately, he spotted the nightsaber standing over a night elf of it’s own, lifeblood pouring from it’s the throat as the creature announced it’s victory.
A deep rumbling caused him to look upward, his eyes widening in panic as the energies of the well began to flare violently throughout the room, energy visibly crackling in the air.
“Malfurion, the spellwork is collapsing! We must retreat!” The darnassian rolled off of his tongue rapidly as he swerved downward, narrowly avoiding a small section of the ceiling, glancing downward at the stone floor of the temple shattered underneath the rock..
The battle between the druid and queen raged on, both parties ignoring his warnings.
Tucking his dragonfly-like wings to his side, Selas landed next to the large creature from moments prior and took several desperate breaths, fatigue from the day’s exertions beginning to show. Glancing at the bow and quiver belted to his side, he grimaced; only a single arrow remained.
“Lamp, it’s been an honor.” He addressed the massive black panther tiredly. “You should leave before the temple buckles.” Selas carefully levitated the arrow from the quiver. Nocking the arrow, he drew the string back in his rapidly dwindling magic, carefully taking aim at the two remaining combatants.
“Elune, guide my aim…” He whispered, taking a particularly deep and slow breath as he observed Malfurion and Azshara going blow for blow with each other in a blur of both druidic and arcane magic.
With a roar, Selas released the arrow, causing a small rune etched onto the arrowhead to flare to life as it hurled towards the two combatants.
“Malfurion, incoming!”
Eyes widening at the sudden warning, the druid leapt back, his form shifting to that of a cat as he did so.
With the transformation cutting back his size, the arrow narrowly flew past Malfurion, striking the elven queen in the shoulder. As soon as it made contact, the arrow exploded in a flash of light, blinding both combatants.
Sucking in a deep breath, Selas levitated a pair of curved axes from their resting place on his thighs and sprinted forward. As he sprinted forward, a sharp pain shot through his head warning him of the impending magical failure.
“Take Tyrande and retreat!” He bolted past the druid, who was only now recovering his vision.
Malfurion winced as he finally managed to open his eyes and take in the now-battling forms of Selas and Azshara, the horse-like creature actually pushing the stunned queen back with his wild assault. Only now registering the orders did Malfurion make his way over to the injured Tyrande, his form shifting back to it’s natural state as he did so.
With a rumble, the ceiling began to sag, the structure preparing to collapse.
With a heave, the druid hauled Tyrande into his arms and limped towards the entrance. “Selas!” He roared out from the entrance.
Turning to the druid, the large creature only smiled weakly. With a painful flare of his horn, a wave of telekinetic force shoved Malfurion backwards and out of the structure; moments later, a rumbling filled the air, followed by a wave of dust as the Well of Eternity buckled in on itself and the temple of Azshara collapsed, burying both the queen of the highborne and the odd horse-like creature alike.