Were this any other structure, any other division of land, any other continent, Tae'loren would have immediately been aware of the pursuit of the female not far behind him, but this was Black Temple, and his senses were honed to focus on the vile aura of the denizens within. Tae'loren pressed on deeper into the compound, first through the reeking catacombs that made normal sewers smell pleasant, easily avoiding many of the demonic creatures patrolling, catching one or two wandering alone and abruptly ending their existence, silently submerging them into the murky, three-foot sludge that was the vile runoff of Black Temple and it's corruption. The hunter moved as though outside of this reality, almost as an observer to this area and those within it, so difficult was it for him to be detected.<br/><br/>He stifled a growl of frustration at his inability to slay each and every one of these vile fiends, but he reminded himself of his greater purpose: Find and kill Illidan, if possible. It had been decided that Illidan was too far gone for diplomacy. The catacombs were ending, unnatural light illuminating the corridors ahead. The Nightelf's feet carried him swiftly, silently, and instinctively to the end of the catacombs, behind a lone demon hunter. Tae'loren paused a moment to appreciate the irony of demon hunters working alongside demonic forces, but such was the power of the vile corruption that Illidan now wielded, which was why he had to die. Reflexively the hunter looked up to see that the demon hunter had moved into his desired position, and fluidly he had drawn his blowgun, pierced the corrupted elf, yet still his kin, and was behind him in moments, catching him as he fell, dragging him carefully to a corner just beyond the illuminating light of the corridor. Gently he pressed his head to the demon hunter's, swearing vengeance before moving toward the corridor.<br/><br/>The Nightelf would employ his own kind of deception as he moved through the corridor and it's adjacent passages, snuffing out the eerie flames that provided illumination. Guards would immediately be alerted, and while they moved to relight the brazers, he would either incapacitate them, or be moving past them and further into the compound. He smiled all the while, enjoying his ability to create such chaos even in such an evil place where chaos was rampant. He felt quite roguish, dancing to and fro around the guards, his braided mane dancing lightly against his neck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>