The ring of survivors grew ever larger as Valdemir hobbled over to them. Orcs, humans, night elves, races of the alliance, and the horde stood side by side, brothers in arms. A month ago he would never have thought this seen possible. Sure the alliance and the horde had worked together n the past, but after the events of warthgate, he would never thought it possible. Chuckling to himself, cause a few tremors of pain to ripple out of his body as he thought to himself, "Well you idiot it still isnt possible. The alliance and the horde would never sanction such actions. These are just a handful of outsiders working together." the mirth left him as his thoughts grew darker, "And its this band of outcasts that stand between the twilight hammer and azeroth's destruction.
The thoughts left the elder gilnean in an uneasy state. Pushing down his unease, Valdemir did his best to loosen up his body. Though the pain was still there when he moved, it was not the pain of injury, but of overuse. He thanked his lucky stripes that he had managed to avoid major damage when so many of the others were badly damaged. He was one of the lucky ones, all around him people were battered, bleeding and in need of assistance. To the patrols bad fortune, none of their healers had reported for roll call. Those whom were among the walking wounded were starting to help piece their comrades back together.
For some reason Valdemir was saved from major damage, now it was his turn to pay it forward. As he scanned the crowd for some to assist, the elder mage spotted a wounded night elf. The warrior lay prone, with a large chuck of shrapnel protruding from her thigh. Blood slowly leaked out a round the jagged shard. Not a good sign. His thoughts whirled as he tried to think of a way to remove the shrapnel with out have her bleed to death. "A turnicat would only be a stop gap," the Valdemir thought to himself, "the only permanent solution was fire. Cauterization, will still the bleeding, for now."
Kneeling next to the beleaguered warrior Valdemir felt the life returning to his body, his muscles burned but just the pain was just a tickle compared to what he had experienced, when he had tried to cast. "Oh !@#$," valdemir thought to himself, how am i suppose to cauterize the wound?" Warrior, i am no healer, but i will try my best to get this out of you, i hope you realize, this will hurt just as much, if not more, then when you got it."
in response the warrior woman retorted tartly "I am not some delicate helpless flower. I am tougher than that. Pull this out of me and I'll be fine as long as it does not get infected."
He was like her already. "Yes ma'am" Valdemir spoke softly as his hands gripped the awkwardly shaped metal piece. As he found his grip he detailed his plan for saving her. "After i pull this piece out, i will need to cauterize the wound in order to stop the bleeding. A nod was all he received, which was good enough for him. "Im going to pull it out on the count of three, one... two.." With a forceful tug, the mage removed the jagged piece of metal a count early, an old triage technique he had picked up in the snow fields of northrend. The jagged piece of metal nicked his figure as he pulled causing a few drops of blood to fall in her wound.
Valdemir was not one to put too much weight into meaning but by all tradition, they were blood brother now. before Valdemir thought of any more implications of the situatuioin, a squirt of blood from her wound drew him back to the present. Whipping out his blade, Valdemir attempted to gather the arcane to cast the simplest spell he knew, fire. As he opened himself up to the arcane, he was greeted not with a ball of fire but with a stabbing pain between his eyes. Gritting his teeth he tried again, but again he failed.
The elder mage began panicking as more and more life blood oozed from the warrior leg. Forcing himself to embrace the pain valdemir willed fire to appear. Sluggishly at first fire began to dance across the tip of his flame. Each second, seemed like an eternity as the blade turned from yellow to white hot. With careful precision, Valdemir brought the blade donwn onto the wound, hoping against hope, that he hadn't just killed his blood sister.