Borrowed Blade, Killing Another

"Vashj!"

Just as Leiluo wore the avid expression of a spectator enjoying the drama, and just as Vashj fumed with rage, ready to fight for the man she loved, one of the people involved finally spoke up.

The moment Illidan opened his mouth, no matter how furious Vashj was, she could only swallow her anger and obediently return to his side, helping him to his feet. There was no helping it; sometimes, life was simply unreasonable.

Leiluo, who had been watching the show, now looked like he was terribly constipated. It couldn't be helped. Anyone would make that face if their internet suddenly cut out while watching a Japanese, American, and Korean cultural exchange film.

A layer of liquid formed over Vashj's hand. She gently took hold of Illidan's injured forearm, and the long, thin cuts healed rapidly beneath the liquid. Once the wounds on his arm had all closed, Illidan walked over to Maiev. Strangely, neither Maiev nor the Huntresses under her command had made a move during all this time.

"I came to find you today, Maiev, because I want to learn Shadow Dance. Would you be willing to teach it to me?"

"Illidan, you're nothing but an irredeemable criminal. Even if I knew Shadow Dance, why would I teach it to you?

"What's more, you're nothing but a defeated opponent now. What gives you the right to bargain with me?!"

"Maiev Shadowsong! If Illidan hadn't held back, you wouldn't have so much as touched a hair on his head! A defeated opponent, huh? You're the one who doesn't know your place!"

Illidan gave Vashj a gentle squeeze before continuing.

"You believe you can defeat me, but can you defeat my allies? Besides, I have a common enemy now."

As he spoke, Illidan pointed at Leiluo. When Maiev