After being disarmed Jessica was left to crumble to her knees. Beneath her layered armor her body was drenched with sweat and the exertion of both attempting to escape and battle an Orc rider had finally taken it's toll, she was exhausted. It was most the Paladin could do to remain upright, her knees supporting her weight, her arms limp at her sides and her head teetered weakly from shoulder to shoulder, struggling against the sun's heat to not pass out.<br/><br/>The seven foot tall Orc warrior had been battle hardened enough to realize when an enemy was defeated. His massive armored torso loomed like a shadow behind his defeated victim. The heavy weight of his axe resting on her shoulder, letting her feel the edge of it's blade on her neck. The Orc turned to look over it's shoulder to check on it's fellow riders progress.<br/><br/>Nelwyn had neatly rolled away and taken a long swipe at the Troll shaman's head, but like moments before, the shaman was quicker, strong and fresh, and caught the staff, gripping it and pushing it back to butt it's owner in the face. Momentarily stunned the Priestess stumbled backward, her skin tingling as she noticed the tell tale hint of a newly cast spell. Refocusing and rubbing her face, Nelwyn opened her watery eyes to see two ghost like forms leap at her. They took her to the ground with tooth and claw, spirit wolves, Nelwyn recognized in a flight of panic able to do nothing but struggle as they tore into her robe looking for flesh.<br/><br/>"Enough, pups." The shaman waved a three fingered hand and the wolf like apparitions dissipated, leaving Nelwyn's robe torn down to her undergarments.<br/><br/>"Sha'll we finish them now or wait for the main hunting par- hurk!" The Orc's speech was halted mid-flow. At first he doubled over clutching at his chest then began convulsing his arms writhing painfully as he clawed at his own throat. Between painfully clenched teeth smoke begin to spill into the air.<br/><br/>The Shaman turned, "By the earth mother what is wro-" She too was cut mid sentence as a tentacles of black oil jumped from the sand beneath her, wrapping themselves around her arms, legs and neck, her back arching painfully as she struggled to keep her footing, they were trying to pull her beneath the sands.<br/><br/>The pair of Horde riders struggled against their unseen foes. The Orcs eyes illuminating and burst from his head in a spout of soft flame leaving his lifeless body to collapse to the warm sands of Durotar. While the Troll shaman yelped in protest, the tentacles having dragged half her body beneath the sands, her three fingered hands clutched and grabbed at anything including the hem of Nelwyn's dress.<br/><br/>"Please! By the Earth Mother! Do not let it take me!" The troll woman's panic cries were soaked with fear. Just beyond she had seen it, the Dreadsteed trotting slowly into view, it's eyes of ember watching her as she was pulled beneath the sand into oblivion.<br/><br/>"Nooo!" A last desperate cry and a lick of frost was shot from her finger tips, striking the demons hind leg. Another tug and the troll was sucked beneath the sands, tearing Nelwyns already mangled robe down with her, leaving the Priest in only her underclothing.<br/><br/>The Dreadsteed lumbered forward. It's heavy hooves thudding against the stand with each step. It's left hind leg was lifted, the hoof a normal black toe, the shaman seemed to have injured the demon slightly.<br/><br/><i>A deal was struck. You asked for help. I will carry you from Durotar but you must heal my leg that is the bargain. Accept.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>