The Mulgore front was a fuckin weird place. Humans, orcs, you name it. All working together to stave off the inevitable. If Redfist was honest, she'd tell how she'd lost hope when they lost the moonwells. How she gave up watching Teldrassil burn  the eeriest, almost shallow, crimson glow. But she wasn't honest. So. Hooray!<br/><br/>Turned out, in great loss, there was great freedom. All of them were on borrowed time, humans, elves, orphans. So none of this mattered. They were all walking dead. Shit did not matter. Nothing did.  Nothing any of them would do would possibly twist the flow of time, or bring civilization back. Nope. This was the end. Redfist knew it. Shit, that's why she took an orc name for herself...because it didn't fucking matter anymore. Why not screw with people?<br/><br/>She wasn't from  Darnassus, the  sentinals were just an abstract dream. The years of duty were a drop of likened memories in a bucket of self discipline that lead directly to -Fuck-all.<br/><br/>All that was left were moments. Moments of forgetting, triumph, bedding a suitable partner, and beating the -pants- off cocky Tauren warriors. The best she could do was make moments. Morale was low.  And Trophies? They helped. Even talk of them would bolster the most serious of troops, and it certainly worked to get the Tauren warriors attention.<br/>She laughed as his giant body rained distruction , while she tied her soaked strips of fabric to arrows.  He was big, and caused a ton of damage, and she ,while big for her race, was agile, precise. They were hilariously different.<br/><br/>She hilted 4 arrows, dipped the tips in fire and aimed towards the frost wrym. She let the arrows fly ards do nothing, as they  were intercepted by a few  undead. She sighed. So much for precision. But she could still goad. ..<br/><br/>" Aweee , Molakatar, we both know you'd have to get up pretty early to pull ahead of me. " It wasn't  true. The two were more than evenly matched, but It didn't need to be true to work. Competition kept people alive."Butttttt I I'll let you buy the first round when I win."<br/><br/>"AT THIS rate the little green skin will outmatch you. " She motioned towards the orc and beamed toothily. She gave the kid a shiteating grin and shrugged at the orc girl...the fuck was her name? They all sounded like zugzug anyhow...<br/><br/>She let arrows fly, landing in some undead. "That's 36!"  It was more like 8. She crowed in triumph,letting another slew of arrows fly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>