Loraine raised an eyebrow as she listened to Jim and Order's conversation.<span style="color: #660033">"I like where this is going. Here, maybe it will help." </span>She pulled her dress up around her waist and pulled a dagger from her thong.<span style="color: #660033">"You'll find that blade will get through the thickest of these skulls. And before you get your panties in a bunch, it's only carried for self-defense." </span>Her husband sighed irritably and shook his head but remained silent. "My name is Jim. I was sent to die on the shores of Northrend with several other men and women of the Alliance. Men and women people like you bullied and threatened into service. My wife and I were told we would be branded as traitors and executed if we didn't go. We are both decorated veterans of wars past, we served our time and had earned our retirement. Yet we were still targeted and forced to go. Not even a week after arriving on those shores we were abandoned. Our supply ships stopped coming to port and we were told that the Horde and Alliance and joined forces on the far end of the continent. We were at the foot of the Vrykul stronghold and abandoned. You bullied us into a war we had no place being a part of. You left us to die. And those that survived you executed on grounds of being deserters. The blood of my friends, my comrades, and every other soldier to die or worse for the Alliance and for Stormwind is on your hands. So, as my life was left in your hands. Your lives are now in mine." He looked to Loraine and placed one hand on her head before reeling and shuddering, while the woman grinned wickedly.<span style="color: #660033"> "Sorry babe, all that's on my mind is pussy, dick, and rebuilding the city."</span>Frowning, Jim placed his hand on her husband's and rolled his eyes before walking away in silence. Loraine giggled quietly and even her husband started laughing.<span style="color: #660033"> "I think he's married. To a woman. He's a bit out of your league."</span>Her husband frowned and elbowed her playfully and she shoved him over.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Ah, excuse me. Order was it? And just who do you think you are to do all of this? I have nothing to hide, but surely you can understand why this all seems-" </span>He suddenly gasped as Jim stabbed a man straight through the skull to kill him instantly and painlessly. "Slaver. Murderer. Order, this one has accomplices. Three pregnant women are being tortured until they miscarry." Jim slowly made his way through the gathering, when some of people tried to attack they would find themselves laid out on the floor but unharmed until Jim judged them. It wouldn't take long before Jim's blade fell on a majority of the people present, but before he struck he took the time to explain what they were guilty of.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>