"As I said, those willing to work and live with the Night Elves will be spared. I know the Orcs have a shred of honor, the ones that'll help escort the young and the old instead of stand around glaring at me with their weapons drawn will be spared as well. I have no intention on doing what you wanted to, I will control myself... to some degree. I will do what I have to do to protect those that can't protect themselves. Isn't that our duty?" He paused to turn a charging warrior into a bloody paste with a sweep of his tail. "Well I guess that Forsaken woman won't be unnamed much longer, I'll have to know who it is to ensure I don't kill them. I've thought about this since it first happened to you." His attention turned to Amere and he carefully scooped her up. "These people need to know what it's like to be in Silvermoon's position, full of unarmed civilians with a meager military and the looming threat of two armies eager to declare open war. But..." He looked around the city for a long time before looking back at Amere. "I am a god I can do anything... almost anything. Let's go, there's a place in Ashenvale where I used to retreat to when I was younger and had no outs for my rage, it should still be there." Without slowing he smashed through the front gate of the city and headed towards the forest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>