Baine turned to the human and frowned. It was a soft frown of compassion, not if anger or contempt like it might have been in ages past. "We do what we always do," he told the gathered group, his eyes darting between each gathered, "We fight on until the end, for we are Azeroth's last hope!"<br/><br/>He did not expect the cheer the majority gave him, though did not decline to smile at it. "We are her champions. Those who still stand and fight in defiance against those who would see us mercilessly massacred. Let us teach them that to attack us, they sign themselves to the grave!"<br/><br/>And with that they began their march, the worgen scout gratefully riding on the back of Molakatar's kodo, whether he really wanted her to do so or not. "We saw thousands!" she informed the small army of maybe a hundred at most, "And they have more than just seige engines. They have Magma Wyrms and Frost Wyrms, and I think I saw a Lich or two!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>