Ragnarok traveled at the front of his platoon, leading them through the Barrens.<br/><br/>"Alright guys, great job with those Dreadmaul Ogres, but watch out for anything possibly hostile around here, we already lost Jenkins." He said, grimacing at the days events.<br/><br/>"We'll miss him, he was the life of the..." One Paladin said, before collapsing to the ground, a bloody spear punctured through his chest.<br/><br/>"Horde troopers, return fire!" Ragnarok yelled, grabbing his hammer out of its sheath, a blood thirsty grin appearing on his grimy face as small beads of sweat dripped.