Beating Up Illidan

Facing Illidan's question, Roy tilted his head slightly and said with a half-smile, "What do you mean? Illidan Stormrage, do you... really want to see me driven away?"

"You... don't belong here. You don't belong on Azeroth!" Illidan steadied himself and said through gritted teeth, "The Burning Legion's plan has already failed, demon! Go back to the Twisting Nether!"

Illidan was certain that when he and Malfurion had appeared at the Well of Eternity, the demons had discovered his betrayal. So, standing before Roy now, he had decided to go all out. His plan was already complete, and he no longer needed to play along with the demons.

"Heh heh, you dare speak to me like that, Illidan? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

The smile on Roy's face gradually turned feral as the power within this body began to seep out. In an instant, Illidan felt a terrifying pressure that nearly suffocated him. His upright body bent involuntarily, his knees trembled, and he was on the verge of collapsing under the weight.

Yet he still held on with all his might, desperately resisting that horrifying pressure. Even as cold sweat poured from his body like a waterfall, he refused to kneel before Roy.

At last, Illidan let out a resolute roar. His legs sprang forward, and he charged at Roy with the Warglaives of Azzinoth in hand!

Beneath the strips of cloth covering his eyes, Roy appeared to Illidan as an enormous black shadow wreathed in strange mist. Beneath that shadow lay magical energy so vast it drove him to despair. He knew that Osiris was an opponent he could not defeat, but there was no escaping now. He could only fight with everything he had and seek a sliver of survival amid despair.

The Warglaives of Azzinoth were