Less than ten minutes later, the battle had begun, torches lighting the Great Gate as archers poured arrows blindly into the undead mass battering the door. Night blanketed most of the scene, leaving much of the surviving mortal's foes unseen, even as the bravest of those present fought down on the ground with Baine out in the unlit Southern Barrens.<br/><br/>The High Chieftain himself was fighting one on one against a particularly savage looking tauren Death Knight, neither claiming an inch from the other.<br/><br/>It was pure anarchy, with screams of agony filling the air as the living were torn to ribbons. Arrows battered the defenders, sending some carried to a medical tent behind the battle... So many were dying, even as a Magma Wyrm fell from the skies with a thud, followed swiftly by its Frost counterpart...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>