The hunter glances over the freshly slain blood elves, taking particular interest in their tabards. He recognized it... it belonged to the Grim. He reaches into a bag around his waist and pulls something out. With flicks of his wrist, two cards fly from him and land on the bloodied corpses.
With a satisfied smirk, the field marshal resumes his patrol of Nagrand.
Anaie smirked as she picked over the corpses of her companions for signs of their demise... "Seems like someone left a callin' card, now dat is what I call foolish."
She stuffed the card in a pocket as she slung the corpses over her mount and head off to Garadar to see to their resurrection. "Dey all gonna die, looks like dis one just wants ta be first."
The arrow-ridden rogue staggers as she realizes that the gigantic wildcat had clamped onto her leg with the bone-crushing strength of his jaws. The beast's master draws a single arrow from his quiver with slow, deliberate intention, knowing that he has already won. He aims and launches the arrow at its mark, dropping Cutthroat Anaie to the ground. Cannonfire releases his grip and returns to the hunter. He licks at a dagger wound inflicted by the rogue. The hunter grins, knowing that he has just made a few more enemies.
Anaie cussed as she peeled the bandages off of her wounds, more at herself for being complacent inside the Exodar than anything else.
She had been running interference for a fellow Grim to extinguish thecities flame and had a massive number of guards around her when the cat slammed into her, followed by sting of the arrow into her flesh.
Oh he is good... she thought to herself as trick after trick failed to keep her close to or break away from her target.
