Fenris had finally gotten them all horses and had quickly moved to join Mara outside the city, standing outside the small hut while she walked in he continued to scan the horizon, wondering when they would be attacked. Marks had told him that official looking mages had been watching them and he had seen a black-clad mage watching them intently, it was only a matter of time in Fenris' mind till they were attacked. "Spread out, form a tight defensive circle, keep two men in your sights at all times. I have a bad feeling..." Fenris muttered, turning to Marks and making a series of combat command hand gestures that any veteran soldier would know. It was one way for Fenris to find out what was going on with Marks or if the man was even a soldier at all.
It was at that point Mara came out and Fenris moved to silence her but too late, screams started going off all around them. "Sh*t! Close in tight! Get me eyes on the attacker!" Fenris shouted, whirling about as he drew his twin-blades and checked all the points. He noticed two of his men were down and he was on the verge of cursing fluently, this entire mission was turning into a debacle in a matter of a few hours.
Torgaddon couldn't believe his luck, they had left the city early to meet with some Broken and now here they were all gathered together so easily destroyed. Torgaddon reached into the magical ley-lines of Outland and let his body be surrounded by magic so that he became invisible to any who were not skilled in the magical arts. The Worgen warrior who seemed to be in charge was an experienced campaigner and instinctively felt the ambsuh. Torgaddon smiled it would do him no good in the end. As the soldiers moved to get into position Torgaddon struck out, his two small axes glowing with power as he launched himself at the two nearest Legionnaires slicing off their weapon arms and then silencing them forever.
Torgaddon was again in motion as Fenris started shouting orders and a cold evil laugh left his throat. "It does not matter what you do warrior. You cannot fathom the power I wield!" Torgaddon said as he became visible again and paced in front of the group. He smiled at them and beckoned a few more warriors forward to fight him, his choler was up and he was in his fighting trance. Darius had taught the battle-mage well for here he was again dealing death and revelling in the power of his arts. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion!" Torgaddon howled as three of Fenris' squad charged at him. One was sent flying backwards into a tree while another found his weapon locked with Torgaddon's the battle-mage's slight frame being enhanced by the magics he wielded.
The third was being held aloft in the air as Torgaddon crushed the life from his body with arcane energies. "Through passion I gain strength." Torgaddon intoned as he tossed the now limp corpse of the Legionnaire at the one he was in combat with. It was at this point that Fenris growled and stepped forward to meet this new threat. "You should not have come elf, I will destroy you where you stand and eat your corpse!" Fenris growled, spinning his twin-blades with expertise as he sunk into a defensive crouch. Torgaddon's smile widened, realizing he was fighting a true warrior now. "Through strength I gain power." Torgaddon continued to intone as he leapt forward, his body yet again enhanced with magic to speed up his attacks and movements.
Fenris was caught off guard as the battle-mage struck, forcing the worgen back a few steps before Fenris locked their weapons together, standing chest to chest with the elf. "My turn." Fenris replied and kicked out forcing Torgaddon backwards a few steps.
Silver was at first suprised when a new enemy stepped up to defend the marine he was about to fight but that lasted for the first moment as he side stepped her shield bash while spinning around to bring his pistol yet again to bear. He fired off two rounds, one at the marine behind his newest enemy and one at the woman warrior he was fighting. Silver thought he recognized her but shook the thought away, stray thoughts like that had led more than one soldier to their death. He quickly holstered the pistol then and lunged forward with his scimitar, keeping his balance centered in case the warrior decided to use her superior strength against the bounty hunter.
While Silver was an excellent fighter he was still no match for one who dedicated their life to the arts of close quarter combat. Most of the Captains had watched and dueled with each other and they all knew the others strengths, so Silver was sure that he could handle the warrior if he treated her like he would Fenris, Crom or Ashok, with care. "Come on girlie! Let's see if ya shoulda stayed in the kitchen!" Silver shouted trying to provoke the warrior into rash action.